Two seconds after I took this picture, this umbrella was lifted in super slow-motion up and over my head. It landed right behind me and one of the metal pieces broken in two. It happened in such slow-motion it was weird. I thought Ken had come up behind me and was taking it down, but when I turned around, nobody was there. It wasn't even that windy. So...we went to Walmart to buy a new one. Do you know how expensive these umbrellas are? CRAZY. They only had one choice in colors, so we didn't buy one. I'm going to order one online. If I have to pay that much for one, at least I'm gonna get the color I want. Hmpf!
It was the first day we'd had sunshine in over 2 weeks, so I made some sun tea in the kitchen window. By the way, you know this is my favorite garden kitchen window, right? It's a goner. The height of it won't work with the deck roof, so it has to go. WAH. A "normal" window will go in its place, at least until the kitchen remodel.
Remember last time I told you that Ken was stung right between the eyes by a bee? Well, Fletch hobbled in the next day with a bee sting on his widdle paw.
Aww...poor baby. He hopped around all evening on three legs, but he was fine the next day. Ken went out there with bee & wasp killer and sprayed the hell out of them. Bye-bye bees! Don't mess with the pups!
Who would have so many dogs anyway?
Oh yeah, it's us.
Look at that motley crew.
We are the crazy dog people.
I'm not sure if this is sage or lavender, but I think it's sage. We went up to the courthouse in Colville and it looked so pretty with the purple blooms lining the sidewalks all over.
Ahhh! Attack of the Giant Killer Bugs!
(It was actually on my windshield, but if you look at it a certain way, it looks like a bad Chinese movie.)
My current crochet project.
I've wanted a Christmas blanket forever.
So now I'll have one...if.it.ever.ends.
It's seeming to take forever and a day. The pattern was wrong, wrong, wrong about the sizing. I was too far along by the time I stopped and measured it and found out it was 61 inches wide instead of the 46 it was supposed to be. Argh! It's taking so long, I feel like I'm going to puke up Christmas balls with every painful row. (I said balls.) This is a few rows past the half-way mark. Will she finish? YES, SHE WILL! I'm going to keep plugging along until it's done. I want my Christmas blanket!
Somebody made these Lemon Cookies at our last bingo a couple of weeks ago. They were so good. They are very soft cookies. Want the recipe? Okay...
1 box lemon cake mix
1 regular size tub of Cool Whip
About 1 cup powdered sugar for rolling
Combine ingredients in a big bowl and stir, stir, stir, until it's mixed up well. (It's really a sticky mess.) Scoop out balls of dough with a cookie scoop, plop it into the powdered sugar and roll it around to cover. Place balls on a cookie sheet about 2 inches apart. (I said balls again!) Bake at 350 degrees F for about 11 minutes. (The recipe said 8 minutes, but mine were not ready until between 11-12 minutes. Keep an eye on them and don't let them get brown.) Let cool on the cookie sheet for about two minutes before removing with a spatula to a cooling rack. Best when eaten within a day or two.
So the latest on the deck/porches is the contractor we selected called up (surprise, surprise!) and said he had to get two heart stents put in and can't do any work for a few weeks, and by the time he is able, he'll be so far behind, it'll be NEXT YEAR before he can get to our project. I'm sorry, but I think he's a big fat liar. There, I said it.
So we called our second choice and supposedly he can start a week from next Monday. Yeah, right. Uh-huh. Whatever, dude.
I've been watching a show called Decked Out on HGTV that shows different decks and patios being built. So just in case I have to make it myself I'll know EXACTLY what I'm doing. LOL. What?? That doesn't sound reasonable to you?
And while I'm bitchin' and moanin', I broke ANOTHER tooth. That's the second one since we've been here. I swear I'm getting dentures. I've had it. Yank 'em! And nobody is going to talk me out of it again. Watch me and see. I've hated these shitin' teeth since I was five years old! Buh-bye, toofies. Go rot in the garbage instead of my mouth. Ew.
Alrightee then! Nice chattin' with ya'll. This really was a pretty pleasant entry until the end part. Oh well...no deleting! It's a house rule.