Friday, April 18, 2014

Freaky Friday: Garage Art

Yes, it's the return of Freaky Friday!   The occasional series where I take pics of the weird sh*t around my house and show it to you!  I haven't done it for a while, mainly because I kept forgetting to take more pics, but also because when you live with this stuff every day, it starts looking normal to you. 

But!  Let's do some Freaky, shall we?  Here is some of the "art" that I have hanging in my garage, because when you run out of space in the house, it's the next obvious choice.

 I picked up this painting (actually, two:  I bought this piece and another, similar one) at the Thrifty Shopper a while back.  I really like it; it reminds me of the Highwaymen painters of Florida.

p.s.  Ignore the lovely fiberglass insulation walls.  I do plan on finishing the garage, someday.  Maybe.  When hell freezes over, actually, because WHO CARES WHAT THE GARAGE WALLS LOOK LIKE?  Slap some art up and call it good.


I am sure this next one is a reproduction of a famous painting; I just don't know which one.  Anyone care to inform me?  Anyway, I bought it because I liked the over-the-top frame:

And here is a lovely mermaid I picked up in the junk bin at the Sal.  She hangs over the washer and dryer.

So there you go.  The garage gallery.  Happy Freaky Friday!

Thursday, April 17, 2014

They're ready for their close-ups

Sunday afternoon, I was trying to get a pic of the beauty mark under Callie's chin.  There was a fly on the ceiling catching her attention, so it seemed like the perfect time.

Isn't that a funny little mark on her chin?  It looks like somebody jostled her hand when she was putting on her eyeliner or something.

 Bindi spotted the fly, too:

Get that fly, guys!

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

The Ballad of Butter: The Next Verse

So!  Butter was making great strides in foster care.  He decided that maybe the whole "housecat" gig wasn't so bad, after all.  The rescue decided to start calling people who were wait-listed for an orange cat, and the very first family who came to see him?

Met him and fell in love.  They looked past the frostbit ears, the ratty fur, and the faint-but-still-lingering mancat odor, and saw the loving mushball I came to know.

Butter went to a home on five acres in the sticks.  He's now a preacher's kid!  A baptist minister, his wife, and their five children will be Butter's new companions, along with a bassett hound and a nine-year-old female cat - Butter does love the ladies.

From beat-up street stray to beloved family member - Good boy, Butter!

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

It's a better man than me who can resist the fifty-percent-off sale at the Thrifty Shopper

Yeah, whenever I get the email notification, I basically have to go.  The Thrifty Shopper is a better class of thrift store, don't ya know.

I wasn't able to get there until Day Two, but I was still able to score some cool stuff.

I LOVE this dress:

It's just so ... odd.  Like me.  Ha.

And yes, I hung my clothes off the scrubby brushes out back for these photos.  Doesn't everybody?  Believe it or not, those are lilac trees.  A month from now, they'll be gorgeous.  Right now?  Bare branches with buds.  Post-winter around here looks like post-apocalypse.  It'll green up.

I also picked up this skirt:

I had to have the skirt.  It has fierce tigers on it!

This shirt is Alfred Dunner, which, shhhhh, don't rat me out,  because ninety-nine percent of what Alfred Dunner puts out are abominations on the Grandma-level, but I thought this particular shirt was cute:

That's where I'd like to be right now.  On a patio overlooking the ocean.  Someplace warm and sunny.

A look into my closet, and my dressers, and the spare room closet, and the spare room dresser (I KNOW) has led me to conclude, a little late to the game,  that I now have all the clothes I will ever need and thus no longer need to buy any more. 

Until the next Thrifty Shopper sale, anyway.

Monday, April 14, 2014


Oh lord, where to start?  Friday night I watched Kitchen Nightmares, which I usually avoid, but they were showing a return to Amy's Baking Company, i.e., the only restaurant Gordon Ramsay ever flat-out gave up on.  On the one hand, it seems kind of rude to voyeur-in on someone else's obvious batsh*t-craziness, but on the other hand, I practically fell off my chair when she started imitating her cats' "voices". 

Let's see, Saturday I had to take back the loaner and pick up my car from the dealership.  Which was kind of sad, because the loaner, a Sonata, is MUCH NICER than my Elantra.  Best part?  The satellite radio, which means that you basically have access to every song ever recorded.  I mean, they have an entire station of nothing but Billy Joel!  Which would be awesome, except, well, his back catalog isn't that deep, which means they were playing more or less everything he ever put out, even the clunkers, several times a day.  I can only listen to "Uptown Girl" so many times.  It wasn't that great of a song to begin with.

Saturday afternoon was move-the-furniture day, where I jenga'd stuff in the spare room so that Pony could safely step up and look out the window.  Yep, that's right - no more crate for ol' Pony.  He is relishing his freedom by standing by the bedroom door and squeaking indignantly about the unjustness of being confined to one room.

 Oh, and on Saturday, I ate an entire chocolate Easter bunny for lunch.  I ... have no defense for that particular move.  I was hungry?

Sunday was state park.  And

IT     WAS     TURTLE    DAY!!!!

Every year, there comes that first warm day in mid-April, when all the turtles come up out of their mud beds to view the world again.  I love Turtle Day.  It's kind of hard to tell, but there are approximately nine billion turtles in this pic.  You might be able to double-click to enlarge it (let me know how that works out):

After that it was time for a baby-size soft-serve vanilla cone with blue raspberry dip at Jones' Humdinger Ice Cream.  I'm pretty sure nothing that came from nature was involved in that cone, but damn, it tasted good.

and THEN it was off to the Thrifty Shopper for the fifty! percent! off! sale.  I'll save that for another post.

Sunday afternoon it was time to rake all the godforsaken willow branches from the backyard.  But first, I had to bring my supervisor out to oversee the work:

That's Pony, chillin' in his crate, with Tinks outside the Big House looking in.

The lilacs are budding out, the daylilies are popping up, and we're supposed to get snow tomorrow night.  Spring has arrived.

Friday, April 11, 2014

Five years

In all of the hubbub surrounding Ponyboy last week, a milestone passed by pretty much unnoticed.

Last Thursday marked the five-year anniversary of the day I quit smoking.

Shall we run the numbers one last time?

Number of cigarettes I would have smoked between April 3, 2009 and today, had I not stopped smoking on that date: 54,750.00. (!)

Amount of money saved:  $9,763.75. (Just to clarify: I smoked cheap cigs I bought on line. Had I been buying name-brand smokes at the 7-11, that number would have easily been double. And using today's cost-per-pack, you could triple that amount.  I used a figure of $3.56 a pack, since that's what my cigs cost at the time I quit.)

What can I say?  I'm a quitter.

Thursday, April 10, 2014

Gratuitous Cute Kitten Pics

Remember the window-well kitties?  Well, be prepared to squee:

 Two black, two orange, all adorable:

Feral Mama was successfully live-trapped and reunited with her babies.  All is well.

Tis the season, after all.