Ahw maze ing

 

It seems that everyone is getting into the political act, even those crafty aliens.  There was an astonishing discovery made in a small town outside of Boise Idaho.  In a corn maze are the faces of the two presidential candidates.  I would assume the premise is: you enter, wander around a bit, then exit and ultimately have to vote for whom ever you exited. 

Personally I like a more educated approach.  Look at the photo, study the turns and twists of the route that you choose to take and viola’ you exit with a clearer more educated choice.  That’s really not unlike studying your candidate of choice for our next president.  I urge you, go to their respective websites, read their plans for our country and make an informed choice. 

My name is blog-o-licious, and I approved this message.  Don’t forget to pick up a pumpkin and a cup of apple cider on you way out.

baw-ha ha

 

From Sweet Daughter to her Dad on his 50th Birthday!

 

 On the inside?  ” We sat behind you in home room”

Aloha birthday boy!

 

Last year I wanted to have a surprise party for Sweet Husband’s 49th birthday.  But as you can tell if you’ve been reading this blog for a while, you didn’t read about that could-have-been epic event.  It was going to be so cool. A bunch of our friends wanted to have a scotch tasting party so I thought that would have been the greatest event around his b-day.  The house would be clean, the food table prepped and the house ready for guests.  What he wouldn’t have known was the the scotch testers were to arrive at 6pm and the rest of the surprise guests at 7pm.  I had it all planned out and it was going to be awesome.  Who has a surprise party for someone when they turn 49? Right, no one, me included.  I couldn’t pull it off, I was phenomenally busy at work and it just didn’t come together.  I was disappointed in myself and knew that I would have to do something when 50 rolled around.

Last night we had a party/luau for Sweet Husband’s 50 year celebration and it was AWESOME.  It was a planned party and he knew about it and he even helped a little bit, but he didn’t know who was coming. I invited people that he hadn’t seen in years and it was great.  We yakked and talked and ate Hawaiian food, listened to Hawaiian music and we all laughed alot.  Things were starting to wind down and someone knocked on the door.  Sweet Daughter and I answered it and in walked this guy and a young girl.  “Hi come on in, Sweet Husband doesn’t know you’re invited.” as our guests walked in.  “Honey, can you come here, there’s someone to see you. ” I called across the room.  He walked over and looked at the guests with a bewildered look on his face, he wasn’t recognizing that he was staring into the face of his childhood friend Dan.  I wished I’d had a camera trained on his face, the moment was precious and spontaneous.  The bewilderment turned to amazement and surprise as he hugged his friend in disbelief.  Dan introduced us to his daughter and the long time comfort of being with a friend after so many years settled in.  Sweet Husband looked at me and asked how I found Dan, my simple reply, ‘the google’.  We were all tired but the conversation continued until we all noticed the time and became aware of the need of sleep. 

I don’t know why we lose contact with friends and those we love, it just happens.  But it’s always nice to reconnect with people from our past.  It was especially entertaining to listen to their stories of younger days.  Their daughters enjoyed them too.  A bit of fatherly advice was imparted as well, do as I say, not as I do.

 

 

Wordless Wednesday

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Food for thought.

 

I was standing at the check out line the other day at the grocery store.  I sensed the presence of someone behind me and I glance back to see a woman putting things on the conveyor belt.  I notice three things that surely must be for a party.

• a pink box of fresh donuts from the bakery
• a 2 liter bottle of cherry coke
• and a current copy of the magazine ”Combat Arms”

She looked normal.

    

ok, but just one

I stand corrected, I like this Rap. And yes, that’s Donny Osmond.

Count Down

In the past when Sweet Husband and I have tackled a project we have some sort of finish line in mind.  If a holiday were looming, we wanted to have everything back to sparkle level, so we would use that as a target for completeing the project.  Last summer when we did the kitchen we had a few things to work around so we had certain parts of the projects to complete for a couple different occasions.  This time, not so much.  We started this bathroom project in late June and we are still working on it.  Keep in mind we both work full time and we do what we can, when we can, but we didn’t have a deadline set. 

 That is we didn’t have a deadline set until I realized that Sweet Husband has a very important Birthday approaching.  My Sweet Husband will be 50 years old in a couple of weeks, so why not have a party and an instant deadline?  Therefore, one week from today we will be having a Hawaiian Luau for Sweet Husband and a ribbon cutting ceremony for the new bathroom.  Come on by for some cake if you’re in the neighborhood, we’ll have come cake and you can pee in our new bathroom.  When’s the last time you were invited to test drive a new WC?   NO POOPING, that’s for homeowners only.    Pardon the pun, but ‘gotta go’  we still have LOTS to do.

 

 

Today’s word

INCONGRUOUS

 

1. out of keeping or place; inappropriate; unbecoming: an incongruous effect; incongruous behavior.

 

                                 This is Rapper T-Pain.  Notice the clown like apperance and fitting rap-like name?

 

 

 

 

 

This is Rapper David Banner.  Notice the freakishly normal apperance and yuppy dress?

I still don’t like rap! Yo Yo Yo.

 

 

 

 

Floor angst

We’ve been having a few issues with things for our floor, like carpet and tile.  We trot off to the tile store, find tile we like, order it and it won’t be in for a few months.  That’s pretty much not going to work for us.  Trot off to another tile store, find a tile we like order it, get a phone call on Tuesday stating that they can’t register the color that we want, it’s not in their system.  Well, it’s in OUR system, dammit.  Of course by the time we got the message the ordering dude was gone for the day.  Next day Sweet Husband calls again and yakkity yak yak, we’re back on track.  (That’s catchy, should be on a shirt). 

Carpet time!! The tattooed dude shows up in his souped up Camaro, (not that I’m judging, I’m simply painting  a picture) to measure for the carpet.  Once the carpet folks get the final measurements they are to call us so we can give them $$$, then they call to set up a date to install in our now fully empty cavernous echoy rooms.  Unless you count the living room, that’s where everything is deposited from the once full rooms.  I can hardly type there’s so much crap in here. You know how a remodel project is.  We’re doing that room, we might as well do this room and this room and this room.  So two bedrooms, the hallway and the westwing are getting carpet. yike$!  Anyhoo, they don’t call when I’m told they are supposed to call. Therefore while we are out over the weekend, we stop in to see “what’s the haps”.  Did you know that everyone who is doing a home improvement project in the free world was in this particular store at the same time as we were? I may have unwittingly seen some of you there.  Those fellow home improvers brought all of their cars too, and their screaming children and a few dogs and their own individual brand of impatience.  It was freakin insane.    When it was my turn to not be ignored in the carpet department I was told that they were out of the carpet that we selected.  Oh really?  But what came out of my mouth was, “That’s a complete load of crap.”  Out of the corner of my eye I saw Sweet Husband just walk away.  Sometimes, just sometimes, my mouth is faster than my brain and I can’t stop what comes out.  I did apologize to the nice frightened woman who, oddly enough, left me alone to find my own new selection of carpet.  

 A couple of days later, with my new choice in hand, I stopped in to the home improvement store to give them $$$ for the carpet.  They actually have this one in stock and we are being carpeted this very day.  I think I will work off premise today.  It will all be better in the end, if it’s not better, it’s not the end.

This might be close to the color of tile were getting.  Good thing we don’t mind surprises. If I squint and don’t have my glasses on I kind of like it.

Cat Likes Swimming

It’s a slow holiday for news, watch this instead.