Random thoughts

OK...I give. I think Sis is about to out stubborn me. She loves to sit in our den chairs like a person only a person doesn't leave black dog hair behind as a calling card or when it's raining, muddy paw prints. Or nose drips on the arms when the pollen count is high. Yes, the chairs are slip covered so I can wash them but between her and the West sun, my chairs are taking a beating. Hence, I am trying to teach her not to jump up in them. I might as well try to teach her not to eat Wiggles food. I am losing ground here folks, and fast. It would be lots easier if this was something Sis was interested in learning--or unlearning, as the case may be. Every time I catch her, it's like she's never been told this information before and wants to know what flew up my pants. Attitude from a dog?? Not while there's breath in this body. We are fixing to go to the mat on this one, if I can summon the energy. If I can't, she can just have the damn chairs.

I am slowly reclaiming my life after focusing so much lately on mom. I may just get that garden planted yet and my pots. After going briefly on Sunday over to one of Bruce's cousin's house for his Aunt Da'V's 90th birthday celebration, I am ashamed at how groady my yard and empty pots look. Carol's were absolutely beautiful and I wanted to load up all of her stuff and take it to my house. No muss, no fuss. Instant pretty.
My Lady Banks yellow climbing roses are all over everywhere and the thickest and fluffiest they've ever bloomed, and my bridal wreath spirea is white, wispy and lovely. My trumpet vines on the fence and the wall are blooming dark orange flowers, though that last snowfall just about put the hex on any blooms at all. If I can find Fred's camera I'll try to take a picture of the roses to post later, since they're the best. (I sooooo hate being grounded from downloading off the Internet. My computer is still in ICU after Hannah Montana's downloaded picture almost killed it. Thanks, Miley. ) It's so quick and easy to just pick a picture and post it, plus, they do have pictures you sure won't find anywhere else. And they come with a special present--porn. And a worm. A real two-fer.

My biggest hickey (sorry, Charlotte) right now is that green stuff that oak trees drop before their leaves open. We have three ginormous oaks so you can imagine how much of that crud is all over everywhere. It makes these giant wads of..... this... weird... stuff...and it ends up everywhere. One night years ago, we were on our way out to dinner and as we all came out the back door, there stood Benji with a full wig on his head that he had fashioned out of the tree stuff. It was like the worst man-wig you've ever seen. And hilarious. Every year I look at that stuff and remember Benji's hair creation.
That junk even comes inside on puppies backs--ones that have rolled around on the driveway while toasting in the sun. ( Sister) Wig is much more gentlemanly and never rolls around-- he just sits-- hence not much crud on him. He is quality; Sister is definitely quantity. Anyway, my questions is, whadaya do with all that stuff?? Besides throw it away....do you compost it?? Add that to the ever growing list of stuff I just don't know.