Thank you -- thank you!!!
I love all the comments you leave, and I'm so glad to hear that I am an inspiration. But here's the even better part -- YOU are an inspiration to me! The blog has allowed me to reach many people and meet new people, but that was never the intention, and I have no desire to ever monetize the blog. This is about community, this is about commitment, and it's all about fun! And we are all learning from each other!!
Thankfully blank pages don't scare me because often, that is the first thing that I have to do each morning -- deal with an empty page. But I love being committed to you (and myself) to document what goes on.
Anyway -- thanks for being out there!
Here's a little dog humor. Of course, you know who I'm going to talk about. Yep -- that would be Murphy! While she has a large bed in the family room, I must say that Lexi often steals it, so Murphy is left to sleep in the smaller beds. Lexi won't touch these smaller beds -- not large enough for a princess!
From time to time, Murphy gets HOT and usually sleeps on the floor, but yesterday? Nope -- she just flipped the top half of her body out and onto the floor. What a silly!
|Way too big for the dog bed|
|The window is barricaded|
|Little tents on the chairs|
|Little tents made from cushions|
All in a good day's fun at our house! And learning to outsmart these intelligent dogs!
OH -- I bet you're wondering how I knew that she sleeps on the chairs when she does it at night? Well, I'm a MOM, and I know that all Moms out there are good detectives. Sometimes, I would wake up and hear her jump off something. Just a soft jump, but a jump nonetheless. Once I even got up and came downstairs to see if a piece of furniture had been left bare. Nope -- everything was intact. I've even touched the furniture to see if a spot was warm.
Then one morning after I heard her jump, I spotted this!
And that's how I found out she was sleeping on the cushions, even if they were flat on the chairs. Hence, the tents, which she hasn't figured out how to move the cushions. Or maybe she gave up? I don't think so -- I know she is studying those chairs to see what she can do to get back up. Or maybe she flattens them out and sleeps on them, then puts them back into the tent formation. No -- she's not that intelligent - not yet!
I was terrible yesterday, and instead of focusing, I took a couple of hours off. I had an errand to do. In the tidying up thing that happened at the beginning of the year, I had the head and footboard that we no longer used.
|Headboard and footboard|
I still have the nightstands and the dressers, but we no longer used this part, and it's been sitting upstairs, and I wanted it out! I put it on Facebook Marketplace for cheap and suggested someone use it for the wood. Imagine my surprise when someone wanted it. They came to pick it up but couldn't fit the larger piece in their SUV. Not going there.
So I generously offered the services of Ronda (who has a VAN) that we would drop it off and yesterday was the day.
Imagine my surprise when we arrived to find out what she would do with it. She is shipping it to GUAYANA. Seriously??? That is heavy? Anyway -- not my issue -- it's out of my house, and that's all I care.
But then we decided to do some geocaching. With the cold (OK -- NOT super cold like out west), but cold enough, it's best not to wait until the end of the month and then run around like crazy trying to find caches in the snow. So there we were out geocaching. Most of them were easy ones to find in parking lots. But the very first one we looked for was a mystery. We were near a pond by the side of the road in an industrial area.
At last, Ronda, says "I think I found it." She discovered a golf ball with a stick in it, and that can't be the cache. We both tried to pull the stick out, and it wouldn't budge. So we abandoned the golf ball and went back to the car, which was close, but we still had to traipse through some brush to get there.
She starts to log it as a Did Not Find, and then we read some of the comments and decide it was worthy of more investigation. I went back, got the golf ball, and brought it to the car. This is where you need pliers. I have pliers in my car, but she doesn't. I don't know if it was because it was warmer in the car or she used her tweezers, but she managed to pry the stick out of the golf ball, and there was the logbook -- frozen into a pulp.
|Frozen logbook inside a golf ball|
|My geocaching points|
|Bob Ross Page-A-Day calendar|