

And just in case that didn't make you laugh, take a look at this:
and this






Oh I’m so going to get it for this one. See the dirty clothes on the floor? See the nice looking dirty clothes hamper next to the dirty clothes? Can ya see my point?
Besides my spot on the couch, I also like to occasionally escape to the bedroom. It is kinda corny looking but I like it that way (It is an escape people). I can read, I can indulge in my pyro addiction (candles), I can watch some TV without hunting for the remotes or without prying them out of someone else’s hand.
Right now it is Mercedes. She has decided that the litter box is not meeting her expectations and when we brought home Zeus, it got worse. I can honestly say that I fully understand the saying: “It is better to be pissed off than pissed on!”
This is way before we changed out the siding and replaced the windows. I think we had just replaced the front door. That flagstone, Big G found dumped off the side of a road so he brought it home and it just sat for a while.
This is the after:


So we built the fountain and used the flagstone (only had to go get a few more pieces). With a lot of sweat and soreness, it is done! I love to go out there (at night when it is not so friggen hot) and listen to the water and enjoy the plants. I can't wait till they grow a bit.
OK, that about does it. I'm pretty empty. Thank you to those of you who endured this post and listened to my ramblings. Like I said, your thoughts and wisdom would be appreciated.
See ya!

Because it's not Monday, and it's certainly not Hump Day, it must be "Tickle Tuesday". This is our attempt to lighten the load and add a little laughter into our lives.
A skinny little white guy goes into an elevator, looks up and Sees this HUGE black guy standing next to him.
The big guy sees the little guy staring at him, looks down and says: "7 feet tall, 350 pounds, 20 inch private, 3 pound left testicle, 3 pound right testicle, Turner Brown."
The white man faints and falls to the floor.
The big guy kneels down and brings him to, shaking him. The big guy says, "What's wrong with you?"
In a weak voice the little guy says, "What EXACTLY did you say to me?"
The big dude says, "I saw your curious look and figured I'd just give you the answers to the questions everyone always asks me. I'm 7 feet tall, I weigh 350 pounds, I have a 20 inch private, my left testicle weighs 3 pounds, my right testicle weighs 3 pounds, and my name is Turner Brown."
The small guy says, "Turner Brown?!... Sweet Jesus, I thought you said, 'Turn around'!"

He is a ten month old mostly Blue Heeler, but he looks like he has some Border Collie in him too. He has a great disposition and very calm. He is the sweetest pup, loves to be around people and...


...thinks he is a lap dog!
We picked him up on Saturday and have not seen wiskers or tails out of Mercedes. I don't think Zeus even knows there is a cat living in the house. We can't get her to come out from under the bed.




If anyone has any advice as to how to make the unpacking process go a bit smoother, I'd love to hear from you. I will tell you that the kitchen is done as well as the study. You can sit at the breakfast table, as long as you can hurdle the boxes around it.
Have a great Day! I promise, pictures will be forthcoming......as soon as I find the box with the docking station!
I don't have anyone in particular today for Tammy's Waste of Space Monday; however, I did run accross this email with some interesting word alternatives to the term "stupid people". So Tammy, in your honor, I give you a guide for anyone looking for a new way to descripe their boss, spouse, neighbor, checkout clerk, government official, etc..... :

"Why Can't We Be Friends"
During Sheri’s move we baby sat Oreo for the day. I did warn her that Mercedes flunked Hostess 101. So I thought the appropriate song would be “Why Can’t We Be Friends” by War. How appropriate is that? Sorry it's blury, but they wouldn't stop moving, and growling, and hissing and snapping at each other.

“The Waste Land” by T.S. Eliot
Enough said!
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MOVIE TITLE
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"Analyze That"
The perfect movie title for my son’s room is: “Analyze That” with Robert De Niro and Billy Crystal.
Did you play?
See-told you!
All it takes is plenty of this:
Life is good!

Completely Random Picture That Has Fit Into No Other Theme Week!
Pull out those pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey pictures or the one with your Aunt Edna wearing a lamp shade this week!


"You only live this life once"
It was hands down this month. We both agreed that we should feature Kate for the month of August. The Butterfly Girl, is one of the many awsome bloggers that we met in Austin this past February. She recently went on a wonderful vacation and we had the pleasure of helping her keep her blog updated by posting at the end of June (btw Kate, that was fun!).
What we love about Kate is her perseverance and her optimism. She has recently been to Hell and back, but always seems to look for the positive in any situation and makes it so. Family if very important to her and we don't think you could find a kinder heart.
Kate, we have been there with you (via internet), prayed for you, feared for you and you have made it though with valient resolve. You truely are a tribute to what we all should aspire to be. For this we celebrate you and we look forward to seeing you in Dallas!
So go over and say hello to Kate and help us celebrate:
Celebrating Women’s
August 2006
Blog Pick of the Month





Of course the last dealership we went to, I knew as soon as we pulled up that they were way out of our price range. It seems that everyone in Cypress is after cars around the same price range being this area is inundated with teenagers. That’s what we get for living in Stepford.
It happens that this dealership did have one car that was not even out on the lot yet. They usually don’t keep this price range of car on the lot but the lady that traded it in was able to produce all the maintenance records, it was obviously garage kept, not a stain in any part of the interior and everything worked (it passed the a/c test, when I stepped out of the car my glasses would fog up).
Pretty nice for a '98
I HAD to have Big G take a look at it and asked if I put a deposit down (because we were serious) could they hold it but they couldn’t. Damn I knew, and they knew this car was not going to last. We had to get Big G in to look at it and I had to go and make a transfer to our account. We got a hold of Big G and had him get down to the dealership IMMEDIATELY! G2 was instructed to stay at the dealership and if anyone approached the car, to lick the handle in front of them (he would have done it too).

"Mom can you please stop with the pictures?"
It all worked out, by the time I got back, Big G had already driven it and was messing with stuff under the hood. He gave me the thumbs up and we sealed the deal. I don’t want to go through this again any time soon.
BTW: He wouldn't let me drive it anymore, but he did let Sheri check it out...offspring...you just can't figure them out.




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On the way to the lake, Big-G decided to battle a stump that was in the middle of the road. Needless to say, the stump won.
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