Friday, March 5, 2010
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Friday, February 26, 2010
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
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Monday, February 15, 2010
gets the credit.
I just realized that while children are dogs-
loyal and affectionate-teenagers are cats.
It's so easy to be a dog owner. You feed it,
train it, boss it around. It puts it's head on
your knee and gazes at you as if you were
a Rembrandt painting. It bounds indoors with
enthusiasm when you call it.
Then around age 13, your adoring little puppy
turns into a big old cat. When you tell it to come
inside, it looks amazed, as if wondering who
died and made you emperor. Instead of dogging
your doorsteps, it disappears. You won't see it
again until it gets hungry-then it pauses on it's
sprint through the kitchen long enough to turn it's
nose up at whatever you're serving.
When you reach out to ruffle it's head, in that old
affectionate gesture, it twists away from you, then
gives you a blank stare as if trying to remember
where it has seen you before. You, not realizing
that the dog is now a cat, think something must
be desperately wrong with it. It seems so antisocial,
so distant, sort of depressed. It won't go to family
Since you're the one who raised it, taught it to
fetch and stay and sit on command, you assume
that you did something wrong. Flooded with guilt
and fear, you redouble your efforts to make your
pet behave. Only now you're dealing with a cat.
So everything that worked before now produces
the opposite of the desired result. Call it, and it
runs away. Tell it to sit, and it jumps on the
counter. The more you go toward it, wringing your
hands, the more it moves away.
Instead of continuing to act like a dog owner, you
can learn to behave like a cat owner. Put a dish
of food near the door, and let it come to you. But
remember that a cat needs your help and your
affection too. Sit still, and it will come, seeking
that warm, comforting lap it has not entirely
forgotten. Be there to open the door for it.
One day, your grown-up child will walk into the
kitchen, give you a big kiss and say "You've
been on your feet all day. Let me get those
dishes for you."
Then you'll realize your cat is a dog again.
(For Soccer Boy, who at 14, is still all dog!)
Friday, February 12, 2010
Thursday, February 11, 2010
I have a major case of cabin fever, as you may have guessed from the beach countdown. So I decided the laundry room needed an overhaul. After all, it is the first thing people see when they come into my house. Unless they use the front door, and we just don't.
The laundry room gets lots of use. It's where all the wet shoes and boots get kicked, where the dogs eat, and the laundry gets done. And it sure showed.
The walls were dinged and dirty, some of the hooks were broken, one of the bifold doors was off it's hinges...the list goes on.
So I got ready to paint, then realized that even a fresh coat of paint would not fix what ailed my walls. They had been repaired many times. The texture on them was uneven. It was a mess.
I called a plaster man, who retextured my walls with a process call "skip troweling". They look
amazing! Then I painted. Had a neighbor put a decorative edge on an oak board I bought for the new coat rack. I stained it, and put on new, big wrought iron-looking hooks. Tossed the old
grungy rug and put in a new one. Put new hinges on the bifold doors, and bought a slick new airtight container on wheels for the 40 pound bag of dogfood we keep just to the left of the washing machine. Made a new valence for the window.
There was a moment when I entertained the idea of painting it a fun color-terra cotta or lime green. But in the end, as it always does, boring beige won out. Actually, the color is "Muslin", from Benjamin Moore, and it is really quite nice. Goes with everything. Very neutral. It is close to a color the realtors here call "relocation beige". Houses of executives of the big companies in town new on the market get neutralized with this color. All the fun colors go, in an effort to appeal to the masses, who can then turn around and paint terra cotta and lime green.
So, I realized that my house is "neutralized."
Does that mean I am ready to relocate, maybe to someplace warmer? I know the mid-Atlantic states have tons more snow that we do, but their cherry blossoms will still bloom on schedule, while we are still frozen.
Darn! Now I have the winter blahs again.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Friday, January 29, 2010
It is still pretty darn good!
I was craving a plate of decadent, cheesy lasagne the other day. Just a few days after the doctor told Uncle Lynn that his cholesterol was high and he needed to lose a few. So, being a good wife, I made a few changes. Decided to take one for the team, as it were.
Monday, January 25, 2010
Well, I've about recovered from the Viking's devastating loss against the Saints for the divisional championship, and a trip to Miami for the Superbowl.
About recovered. And it ended the way so many of Brett's Packer losses ended...with a chance to pull it off, but a last-minute "please, don't throw that pass" pass...and he throws it, and the season ends, not with a bang, but a whimper.
And everyone will forget that there were many opportunities to win that game. That fumbles also played a major role in the loss. There is plenty of blame to go around.
But everyone will remember the overtime, gut wrenching. could -see- that -coming pass.
And now, the inevitable dance begins. Will he sign? Will he retire? Will he do both? Again?
Look at the photo, and tell me...Is he taking the helmet off or putting it on?
So Viking fans, welcome to our world!
Monday, January 18, 2010
This little guy, a Downy Woodpecker, has been a regular at my feeder. He is darling! I love the way he hops around. Wish he'd bring his friends.
And where are the cardinals? They were in the yard all summer. The neighbor must have better seed!
These winter birds are nice, but I am anxiously awaiting the return of the Oriloes and hummingbirds to the feeders.
I've also noticed there are still robins in Wisconsin. Worms must be few and far between! The smart ones left a long time ago. We look forward to their return as a sign of spring. If they don't leave, how will they ever return? Hmmm....
Saturday, January 16, 2010
I am participating in Six Word Saturday, hosted by Cate at Show My Face.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
For the next week or so, temps are supposed to be 15-20 degrees above normal.
What a welcome relief, since wind chills have been reaching 15-20 degrees below 0!
Unless you are a snowman, the sentiment here in the frozen tundra is "Bring it On!"
Medal of Honor Winner
Monday, January 11, 2010
Saturday, January 9, 2010
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Thursday, January 7, 2010
I got an e-mail the other day from a friend in Florida who asked if I had ever seen a deer like this one, allegedly shot in Wisconsin. It was so beautiful that I pursued the story and found the same photo on a website called http://www.snopes.com/.
It's a cool site that is all about verifying or busting rumors. The page to see the deer story is
To make a long story short, the "piebald" deer was shot in Texas. And the hunter was not paid $13,000 by the sporting goods store, Cabelas, to sell it to them to display.
But it makes a good story. And the deer is still striking!
Check out this website sometime. But do it when you have lots of free time! There is some very entertaining stuff there...