Last entry of April

Goodbye, April. See you next year.

C'mon!

My shovel....really!??!

I suppose I should just be happy *they* didn't take the wheelbarrow.

[grump]

Happy belated barfday to me

Yesterday was my birthday, and Flop - sweet, silent, fluffy, adorable, timid, skittish Flop - bestowed upon me a wonderful birthday present.  Her morning puke was watery and NOT on the rug!  Yup, both little puddles were located on the hardwood!!!

Hooray!  Thank you, Flop....best gift ever!

She made up for it in spades this morning, though.

A no-warning, instantaneous, steamy pile of stomach contents delivered directly into (and on top of) my clean white Keds....and on the textured door mat. A gloopy pile of ook that Hobbes is now trying to sniff out.

There goes breakfast!

I guess I know who may be hungry in a little while.

Sheesh.

And in other news:

Apparently JAF can't handle the truth, and Jacqueline has decided to vindictively cut from my schedule - and lie about the - classes I was scheduled for, giving them to another instructor. 

Yes, Jackie, that's right.  I am talking about you, n o w.

My earlier posts were re: your employer - not you, - and we both (all) know what I posted is the truth.  The wages paid contracted instructors (who are not Wilton-based) is disgustingly low, especially given the litany of issues instructors put up with all along the way. 

Your behavior in redistributing my classes, however - and lying about them all being cancelled, v the truth (most recently the apron class for 4/18 & 4/25), is really childish, petty, and apparently exactly as underhanded as one could expect all dealings at JAF would be.

Not cool.  SO not cool.

How about some sort of mediation to find a monetary solution to the JAF cheapness instead of the sneaky dirty dealing.

Yeah.........

I couldn't figure out how to make the Google Earth Day thingy work.

Harumph [and grumbly noises of disgust and irkedness]

Well, maybe if you'd SAY something

"something"




:vP

Now comes the waiting game

He's had the interview and now must wait for the call back.

Ah, well.  Happy thoughts and muttered prayers.

Out the door

He's been gone about 15 minutes or so, and I am trying not to wring my hands.

Bud is off to another interview - I wish he had a canoe to get there with all of this rain!

Be careful.  Be confident.  Believe!

Rain

Day 4.

I think it's fairly safe to say (and believe) that things are thawed out now (garden- and lawn-wise).  Yesterday's rainy deluge had the driveway covered with worms. What a waste!

Ennui has gained control -- again

How do I know?

Because, Jimmy cracked corn............and I don't care!

Red sky in morning...

Yep, I'm sure we've all heard it -
  Red sky at night, sailor's delight.
  Red sky in morning [ominous musical notes]....

This morning the sky was decidedly pink.  Pink, verging on...well, verging on more pink, I suppose.

However, it's already a much brighter day than yesterday.  MUCH.  But those clouds...

Those clouds were the pinkiness in the sky and not actually the sky.  So, if it had been "red," or....red-er, should I be battening down the hatches?  Is pink really the red they refer to in that homily, or is pink OK?

Well, I guess we'll just have to wait and see, won't we.  Umbrella, anyone?

Moving on

Every day that rolls by the earth turns;
we age another twenty-four hours;
vegetation grows;
rain forests fall;
humans force another species of God into extinction;
droughts wreak havoc;
floods consume homes;
people come in to - and exit - the lives of others;
sunsets and sunrises dictate our slumber and our waking hours, and still;
life goes on...or it doesn't.

It's all a matter of who you are and/or where you are, and what you do or what others do unto you.

Make changes or stick with the status quo, it's all up to you.

Day four

It's called a "calendar," people.

How do you get an orange-yellow spot off a paint job?

Without having to paint over it, that is.

If you've been keeping up over the past several months you will know we have had a moth rash (or is it a 'rash of moths'?).   And if you have kids (or men) around the house you will totally recognize the ick-factor of bug remains on your ceiling and/or walls after one of them kills a mosquito or fly, etc.

If your menfolk (or kids) are anything like mine, they leave whatever remains of those remains on the surface on which those pests were creamed. 

"Creamed" being the operative word, here.

"A-ha!" you say, "I think I know where you're going."

Yes, I am certain you most likely do.

So my living room ceiling, while fairly clean, still holds some bug spackling from recent summers...and I added to it this morning.  But, I did clean the smear off straight away!  I did!!  I simply used a poor choice in paper product to dampen and wipe it with.  Doggoneit!

Yeah, my advice to all you fastidious homeowners who want to clean a moth imprint off of a painted surface need to know: DON'T USE A DAMPENED PRINTED NAPKIN FROM SUBWAY!

I cleaned off the moth stuff, but left a golden yellow sun-like stain in its place.

So how DO you get an orange-yellow spot off of a painted surface - without re-painting it, that is?

It's my little brother's birthday, again

You know that old expression, kid: "You're not getting older, you're getting better"?  Well, do ya?

One of us is getting older, Andy [finger's pointing at you - little booger in the middle], and one of us is getting better.

How's 50 feeling today?

Ha ha, very funny, nature.

Snow for April Fool's Day............



....how droll. [grumble]