It was 3a.m. when my eyes popped open and my bladder was screaming at me to release the floodgates. I figured I better not ignore that feeling and carefully navigated my way to the edge of the bed.
My feet landed on the floor and I stood up cautiously hoping to not step on any 4 legged family members down below. I was in complete darkness and although my eyes were WIDE open I couldn't see a thing. I immediately threw my arms out in hopes of finding the door but boy was I way off track. I had my hands plastered on the wall, feeling my way down until I finally met the door. I grabbed the handle and pulled but the door didn't open. I did it again. Nothing budged. I tried again, over and over and yet still got nowhere. I was starting to panic thinking someone had locked us in the basement bedroom. (Probably didn't help that my husband had shoved the sofa in front of the door and locked me in the room earlier that day. Pahhh!)
I continued my struggle with the door, 2 hands on the doorknob, as my mind reeled with thoughts like, "Oh my gosh, somebody locked us in. We're stuck....." I just couldn't get the door to budge.
Finally, by some miracle, I pushed the door rather than pulled and it opened just a hair before my momentum pulled it back shut. THAT'S when I remembered the door was a push to open, not a pull to open. LOL!
Friday, July 23, 2010
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Mixer Mayhem
Oh how I look forward to the day when I finally have the mixer of my dreams.
I decided to make chocolate cream cheese cookies this afternoon and got out a bowl and my mixer along with all four of the ingredients needed. The hand mixer worked to perfection while mixing the cream cheese and butter and no protests came when I added the egg to the mixture. I thought to myself, "This is going to be a breeze."
I then began adding 1/3 of the cake mix at a time and THAT'S when it began to choke up. I listened to the mixer as it seemed to be mechanically struggling to mix the thick dough all together so I turned up the power. The bowl began to fly around the counter and I quickly latched onto it as I tried to manhandle the mixer. I leaned over the dough, wishing the dry ingredients would mix in properly when I began to smell something. As I willed the mixer to power up I began to smell that all to familiar burning smell. I'm not talking about overcooked food......I'm talking burning electrical equipment.
I was putting my hand mixer through hardcore boot camp with this dough and I wasn't prepared for its next move. As I was trying to prevent my hand mixer from burning up I watched in wide eyed horror as the dough worked its way up the mixer and swallowed the blades whole! Cookie dough began flying off the mixer in all directions. It's like my mind was frozen as I watched open mouthed while all of this happened and then I snapped out of it and quickly reached for the off button. As I surveyed the damage I was amazed I came out untouched. However, the walls, floors and counter weren't as lucky. They were given a nice chocolate brown spackling job.
This dough took a beating from me and the cookies turned out looking none the better. Instead of beautiful round looking cookies they look like a bunch of scraggly cow plops. Pahhhh!
I decided to make chocolate cream cheese cookies this afternoon and got out a bowl and my mixer along with all four of the ingredients needed. The hand mixer worked to perfection while mixing the cream cheese and butter and no protests came when I added the egg to the mixture. I thought to myself, "This is going to be a breeze."
I then began adding 1/3 of the cake mix at a time and THAT'S when it began to choke up. I listened to the mixer as it seemed to be mechanically struggling to mix the thick dough all together so I turned up the power. The bowl began to fly around the counter and I quickly latched onto it as I tried to manhandle the mixer. I leaned over the dough, wishing the dry ingredients would mix in properly when I began to smell something. As I willed the mixer to power up I began to smell that all to familiar burning smell. I'm not talking about overcooked food......I'm talking burning electrical equipment.
I was putting my hand mixer through hardcore boot camp with this dough and I wasn't prepared for its next move. As I was trying to prevent my hand mixer from burning up I watched in wide eyed horror as the dough worked its way up the mixer and swallowed the blades whole! Cookie dough began flying off the mixer in all directions. It's like my mind was frozen as I watched open mouthed while all of this happened and then I snapped out of it and quickly reached for the off button. As I surveyed the damage I was amazed I came out untouched. However, the walls, floors and counter weren't as lucky. They were given a nice chocolate brown spackling job.
This dough took a beating from me and the cookies turned out looking none the better. Instead of beautiful round looking cookies they look like a bunch of scraggly cow plops. Pahhhh!
Monday, July 12, 2010
Couch Credentials
It doesn't take a rocket scientist to get a couch cover on, really it doesn't. Today however proved more challenging and perhaps I COULD have used the help of another.
I was forced to wash our couch cover yesterday due to unforeseen events (no thanks to Abbie) and it was dry by morning so I decided to put it back on the couch. Perhaps I should say, I attempted to put it back on the couch. I was alone and doing the best I could but for some reason it just wasn't looking right. I would struggle on the left and then struggle on the right, aiming to get the lines to meet up just right. After about 10 minutes of an endless battle I finally took a step back and tried to regroup my thoughts. Why wasn't this couch cover going on easy?
It was at that moment that it dawned on me.......I needed to look for the tag. I remembered when I took the cover off yesterday in search of the washing directions the tag was on the backside of the couch cover. With that fresh thought in my head I began lifting up the couch cover and noticed I had the tag in the front of the couch. No wonder it wouldn't fit right!!!
The tag is always in the back. How could I have looked past that minor detail?!
Being reminded of this helpful tidbit will now make it a breeze when placing the cover on the couch and I can wow my husband with my amazingly fast couch cover skills.
Don't need a degree for this one. LOL!
I was forced to wash our couch cover yesterday due to unforeseen events (no thanks to Abbie) and it was dry by morning so I decided to put it back on the couch. Perhaps I should say, I attempted to put it back on the couch. I was alone and doing the best I could but for some reason it just wasn't looking right. I would struggle on the left and then struggle on the right, aiming to get the lines to meet up just right. After about 10 minutes of an endless battle I finally took a step back and tried to regroup my thoughts. Why wasn't this couch cover going on easy?
It was at that moment that it dawned on me.......I needed to look for the tag. I remembered when I took the cover off yesterday in search of the washing directions the tag was on the backside of the couch cover. With that fresh thought in my head I began lifting up the couch cover and noticed I had the tag in the front of the couch. No wonder it wouldn't fit right!!!
The tag is always in the back. How could I have looked past that minor detail?!
Being reminded of this helpful tidbit will now make it a breeze when placing the cover on the couch and I can wow my husband with my amazingly fast couch cover skills.
Don't need a degree for this one. LOL!
Friday, July 9, 2010
Lick of Death
I took all 3 dogs out this morning and all of them headed for 1 spot in the middle of the yard. It's a rarity for all 3 of them to be honed in on the same place at once so I knew something must be up. I immediately went to investigate and found a tidbit of butterscotch looking poop under some debris. I believe it had been "placed" there earlier by one of our dogs, Benny, when my husband let him out earlier in the morning.
I attempted to shoo them away from the poop but they were determined to get a nose full of he butterscotch mousse looking poop. As soon as I saw Benny and Abbie's tongues pop out to start licking the poop I knew there was going to be trouble. I hastily grabbed their leashes and pulled them away as fast as I could before my fears came true. Unfortunately I didn't move fast enough because it appeared to me as though Abbie had gotten a good solid lick in and was mulling it over across her tongue before swallowing.
Upon reaching her I grabbed her snout and pulled it close to see if she had actually gotten a bite of the poop and my fears were confirmed. She smelled like a fresh poop. Before I could unhand her snout she leaned forward and licked me right on the lips! I thought I was going to die right there on the spot.
I couldn't reach the soap fast enough after getting inside..........
I attempted to shoo them away from the poop but they were determined to get a nose full of he butterscotch mousse looking poop. As soon as I saw Benny and Abbie's tongues pop out to start licking the poop I knew there was going to be trouble. I hastily grabbed their leashes and pulled them away as fast as I could before my fears came true. Unfortunately I didn't move fast enough because it appeared to me as though Abbie had gotten a good solid lick in and was mulling it over across her tongue before swallowing.
Upon reaching her I grabbed her snout and pulled it close to see if she had actually gotten a bite of the poop and my fears were confirmed. She smelled like a fresh poop. Before I could unhand her snout she leaned forward and licked me right on the lips! I thought I was going to die right there on the spot.
I couldn't reach the soap fast enough after getting inside..........
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Wounded Woes
I think I've nearly reached my breaking point today.
Ever since we set foot in Texas I have been battling it out in the elements. I have suffered constant mosquito bites, 30+ welts a day is a common occurrence now, I have a bruised welt on the back of my calf from the dogs lead line being pulled against my skin, and I have now radically torn up my heels.
Rather than wear my usual flip flops this morning while I took the dogs for a walk I decided to wear some flat tennis shoes..........with no socks. Two blocks into our walk I knew I was in for trouble. I was faced with two options, continue walking in the shoes or go without and walk the glass littered streets barefoot. (Had I known the end result I would have gladly walked barefoot the rest of the way home.)
After trudging on with pain shooting up my heels we finally reached the house. I glanced down expecting to see some red spots from rubbing but was unfortunately slapped in the face with the reality of damage I had caused. I had a handful of blisters and some very sore spots where the skin had been rubbed raw, and I mean really raw.
Oh woe is me....................I need a hammock, flip flops, and bug spray stat. LOL!
Ever since we set foot in Texas I have been battling it out in the elements. I have suffered constant mosquito bites, 30+ welts a day is a common occurrence now, I have a bruised welt on the back of my calf from the dogs lead line being pulled against my skin, and I have now radically torn up my heels.
Rather than wear my usual flip flops this morning while I took the dogs for a walk I decided to wear some flat tennis shoes..........with no socks. Two blocks into our walk I knew I was in for trouble. I was faced with two options, continue walking in the shoes or go without and walk the glass littered streets barefoot. (Had I known the end result I would have gladly walked barefoot the rest of the way home.)
After trudging on with pain shooting up my heels we finally reached the house. I glanced down expecting to see some red spots from rubbing but was unfortunately slapped in the face with the reality of damage I had caused. I had a handful of blisters and some very sore spots where the skin had been rubbed raw, and I mean really raw.
Oh woe is me....................I need a hammock, flip flops, and bug spray stat. LOL!
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Squirrel!
I take it back. I take it all back.
The other day I was commenting to my husband about how I would love it if we had a squirrel in our tree that stands behind our trailer. The branches hang right along our windows and I explained to him how much I would love watching a squirrel run along the branches.
Well, I had just gotten back from taking the dogs on our morning walk today when I hooked them on the longer lead lines so they could have a little extra play time in our back area. They were enjoying themselves when all of a sudden Benny let out a cry of excitement and began barking. I looked up just in time to see a squirrel skirting from one branch to the next as he made his way across our lot. Thankfully he got lost in the trees but that didn't seem to stop the commotion on the ground. Despite the fact that Abbie had no idea what Benny was barking at she decided to join in. The excited whining coming from the two dogs was almost too much to handle. Especially when one of them didn't even have a clue as to what the excitement was for in the first place.
I don't want a squirrel anymore. LOL!
The other day I was commenting to my husband about how I would love it if we had a squirrel in our tree that stands behind our trailer. The branches hang right along our windows and I explained to him how much I would love watching a squirrel run along the branches.
Well, I had just gotten back from taking the dogs on our morning walk today when I hooked them on the longer lead lines so they could have a little extra play time in our back area. They were enjoying themselves when all of a sudden Benny let out a cry of excitement and began barking. I looked up just in time to see a squirrel skirting from one branch to the next as he made his way across our lot. Thankfully he got lost in the trees but that didn't seem to stop the commotion on the ground. Despite the fact that Abbie had no idea what Benny was barking at she decided to join in. The excited whining coming from the two dogs was almost too much to handle. Especially when one of them didn't even have a clue as to what the excitement was for in the first place.
I don't want a squirrel anymore. LOL!
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Full of It
I was out walking one of the neighbor dogs yesterday when we reached our destination.......the green patch. He mosied around and took care of his #1 duty a few times but I wanted to wait and see if he'd take care of his #2 as well. (He's notorious for dropping on the pavement as we're walking home.)
I didn't have to wait too long before he struck a pose and performed a rare arc of poops. I don't know why he feels he has to walk around when he's taking a load off but he does. Well, like the good dog walker I am I had a bag ready to go for pick-up. As the last drop fell I automatically bent down to retrieve the "goods" and I had barely picked up the second chunk when I was peppered with grass and dirt. You know how dogs like to kick up the grass after going to the bathroom? I apparently didn't give him enough time to finish his "dance of victory" and I got caught in the firing line. I was covered in a duststorm of dead grass and dirt flecks. I looked at the dog just in time to catch the smile he was sportin' on his face.
He's so full of it. LOL!
I didn't have to wait too long before he struck a pose and performed a rare arc of poops. I don't know why he feels he has to walk around when he's taking a load off but he does. Well, like the good dog walker I am I had a bag ready to go for pick-up. As the last drop fell I automatically bent down to retrieve the "goods" and I had barely picked up the second chunk when I was peppered with grass and dirt. You know how dogs like to kick up the grass after going to the bathroom? I apparently didn't give him enough time to finish his "dance of victory" and I got caught in the firing line. I was covered in a duststorm of dead grass and dirt flecks. I looked at the dog just in time to catch the smile he was sportin' on his face.
He's so full of it. LOL!
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