Saturday, January 31, 2009

When good projects go bad......

Hi all,

I get bored with my house ,ya' know? In Chicago ,I used to paint my kitchen a different color at least once a year. I'd rearrange the furniture about once a month.

Well, in this house there's really no where else to put the furniture and you can't paint any of the main rooms ,because it's basically ONE main room.

A girl HAS to do something ,right? Months ago I bought some wallpaper with the brilliant idea that I would make a "wallpaper back splash" in my kitchen. Kick things up a bit.

Picture it....yesterday.

I get up all raring to go on my little project. Honestly, it was such a bad hair day, I couldn't go anywhere.

I move all the stuff off the counter. Remove a million outlet covers.

Oooh! progress.......

(this is not trimmed yet) But it's getting there.
I nearly have the whole thing done.
What do I see? Oh sweet, the glue is not sticking where the seams meet.
Time to improvise. I get a little putty knife and put some elmers glue behind the paper ,on the seams.
By the time I do that , I realize that the entire paper is NOT sticking to the wall at ALL.

Lovely. I am so damn mad as I rip the whole mess right back off the walls.

The elmers glue ripped the paint right off the walls.

Cavuto wondered "what in the hell is wrong with this woman?"

I was so mad and disgusted I left the disaster sitting there and went and took my nap.

Needless to say, I spent my evening screwing a million switch plates back on, painting the bald spots,cleaning my kitchen back up and washing that spice rack that I haven't washed in 4 years.

good times my friends, good times.

Have a great day Peeps!

Luv me

Friday, January 30, 2009

Step into my gallery......

Hi Ya'll ,

I have nothing today. Unless you would like to hear me rant about how desperately I need a haircut.
Didn't think so.

A few weeks ago Star ,over at Start Simplified gave a little tour of some of the art in her home.

I thought it was a pretty cool thing to do and planned to do my own . Well, today is the day.
As I looked around my house, ready to take pictures of things I love,I realized that I love just about everything in this house.

The first 42 years of my life, I fondly referred to my decor as "early goodwill".This condo is the first house EVER where I started from scratch and wound up with a unified theme.(mostly)

On to the tour...shall we.

I have 2 of these. They used to belong to my dad .He was in Immigration and traveled all over the world. He collected tribal masks and statues.
I am not sure exactly where he got these but he had them on his wall as far back as my memory goes.
I love them.

My middle son made this in high school.
It's actually supposed to be turned the other direction.
I think it's awesome.

An old man in a bar in Mexico drew this.
It cracks me up the way he made "me" all cute and he made my husband a pot bellied Bob Hope.
I'm pretty sure we all had a horrible hangover at the time too.

Of course the pictures of my Chillun's .
Oh how I miss the sweet babies they once were.

I believe this is called a Zulu mask.
They were mainly worn by women in the tribe, to give them power.

I scored this one at a junk store for 15 bucks.

My trophy head :)

Shortly after moving here I had a yard sale. I made such a killing that I treated myself to this Elephant head.

I love it!

This is actually from Jamaica but it takes me back to being a little girl in Puerto Rico.

I can see the Puerto Rican beach right around the bend when I look at them.

That concludes todays tour. I want to see what you guys are loving. What's on YOUR walls?

Happy Friday!

Luv me

Thursday, January 29, 2009

Now that I've seen Hugh Laurie naked, what's left?

Blogger Hi ya'll ,

I got some DVD's at the library of a British comedy series called "Forty Something". Starring Hugh Laurie. (Dr. House) It is hilarious! Him and his wife are a 40 something couple with 3 young adult sons.One of the sons is screwing 2 sisters, their dad is after Hugh Laurie, he thinks his wife is a lesbian ,the kids fight (like mine) and he's having a midlife crisis.
The neighbors could probably hear me cackling. THEN...what to my shock ,do I see? That's right....Hugh Laurie, buck naked!OMG! It was like seeing my brother buck naked!

Why wasn't this on TV in England? Rush out to your library and get the DVD's . You won't be sorry.(except for that naked Hugh Laurie thing)

Our cold snap ends today. Woo hoo!!
I stupidly left all my warm coats in England. I feel like I must go walk .Our mall is so dinky I have no desire to go walk around that thing. I'd have to make about 50 laps in there.

I've been checking the paper for jobs since I got home and guess what? There aren't any!
It's horse racing season down here, usually one of the busiest times of the year. This is awful.
Who wants to hire a socially phobic ex-Realtor with no recent job references ? Oh , wait ...I hear them lining up outside.

My kids are going through job hell as well. One wasn't paid what he was supposed to be paid. One is barely working at all. Naturally ,THIS is when his car breaks down. Ack!
And the one with his own company ,needs to hire a leg breaker to get people to pay what they owe him.
What is Obama gonna do about this??? Hmmmm???

I've had no luck finding a geek yet. Did you know that "geek squad" is through Best Buy?
I didn't know that. WE do not have a Best Buy. They are building one as we speak. That is not helping me.

I can't tell you how glad I am to have t.v.,phone and internet back! Speaking of luxuries, you know what the most noticeable one is ,since my return?
Being able to wash my hands in warm water.That's right! Warm water comes right out of my faucet.
Not having to fill ice trays or hang laundry in my living room is pretty cool too.

Some comments to ya'lls comments:

Brad said...Try a very wet wash cloth on that boy before you risk life and limb on the full submersion bath. I use it on Lilly when she's been playing in the goat barn.

So what's the plan on getting the rest of the clan home?

I already tried that. His fur is just not fluffy. He looks like white trash. LOL
It could be that he grew a winter coat in that hell hole and THAT fur may just look scroungy ,like when they have baby fur.

The rest of the clan will be staying in England. Hubby will come home this summer for vacation and Cavuto and I will go back to England after vacation. His quarantine will be over mid July.

Anonymous said...

All the years I was married to hubby #1, I'd board my dogs when we'd go out of town. They were always very happy to see me. Until I saw the difference in Cavuto, I never dreamed they'd grieve so much!

Animals can lose the will to live and will literally starve themselves to death. I have seen it happen. Years ago, someone gave us a long haired Siamese cat named Ivy.My mother gave Ivy to a man at the gas station. About 3 weeks later she saw the man and asked about Ivy. "Oh , he's still in a cage ,the man said, acting miserable and unhappy."
He gave Ivy back to us. ...nearly dead. In spite of going to the Vet and being given i.v. fluids. Poor Ivy did not make it. His spirit had been broken and it was too late to save him.
That was NOT going to happen to my Cavuto!

Mary said...

Cavuto is really thin. Prison food didn't measure up. Also, I looked at the "blood draw" site under his chin. That looks a bit excessive for just drawing blood. Prison didn't agree with this little man.

He DOES look just awful!When they did the blood draw they shaved a little area on his neck and I think they nicked him with the clippers. In THAT environment,it soon turned into a huge crusty scab.If they had shaved the spot where they inserted his microchip ,maybe the damn thing would have gone in deep enough to have stayed there. Gah!

Poor Cavuto! He sure looks emaciated. I think he must have lost all his appetite AND didn't like the prison food. Poor baby. I know you will fatten him up in no time. Every time Cavuto curls up for a nap in the daytime, go rub his face. Every time. Then at night he will be so tired he will sleep and not wake you. I would like to be a fly on the wall when you go talk to your vet about that mythical micro-chip. G5

I think he was too sad and cold to eat.Yesterday afternoon ,every time he tried to go to sleep I got him up and sang "No sleeping, no sleeping!" He must have thought I was nuts , But he did sleep until 4 A. M. this morning. I'm positive I will be getting a NEW Vet . Even if I have to drive to Dallas to find one!

Anonymous Anonymous said...

do you complain about everything? You must have something that is good in your life...what happened to the blog you wrote that said that you would be thankful for things back in the states, after you had been in England?
It sounds like you need to get something to do to make your life nicer.

I have plenty that's good in my life. But I think that since wounds hurt when they are fresh, I have every right to feel sad that my family has been ripped apart over some bullshit.And since this is MY blog I guess that gives me the right to say so.

Blogger desert dirt diva said...

Who the heck is ano.....people seem to forget that a blog is for the sole purpose of letting out our emotions...bad times and good.. well my friend here has been going threw a most difficult time in her life with her babies and anyone who has been following this blog CAN clearly see how awful CAVUTO looks..don't worry a few bowls of whipped cream and he'll be get off your high horse and give this women a damn breaK!

I do the love the new scratching post....of o'reilys,.
and everything will be alright its just the family curse....give it time...

January 28, 2009 8:11 PM

Amen Girlfriend!!! Love you!


How could this not make me flaming mad?

L: Cavuto before quarantine

R: after with his sides all sunken in.

Before, beautiful and healthy.

After, I don't think I need words here.
Even his eyes do not look normal.

After: fitting in that crumb of a bed.
Looking dry and mangy.

Before: spilling his fat happy self out of his girl bed.
Shiny , pretty and happy.

Have a great day Ya'll!

Luv me

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Please pass a geek and a cat whisperer......

Hi Ya'll,

How in the world do I re-set my alarm cat?
Cavuto has his time zone totally messed up. Last night he tried to wake me up at 1:45 and then continued to do so for hours.

Paw in the face. "wow,wow,wow"
Paw in the mouth. "wow ,wow"

I cover my face with my arm. He pokes his foot through a gap.
Claws me in the face. "wow ,wow"

I toss him down on the floor. Try to sleep. Than he goes to the night stand and knocks the phone off the charger, spills my glass of water. Then rushes back to my face.
Paws me in the face. "wow , wow"

This has been going on every night. Which is why he never got his bath yesterday. I needed a damn nap instead.

We never got our big ice storm. It is freezing though.

Yesterday the cable guy was unable to hook up my living room t.v. because my husband has so much crap on the backs of all that stuff. The poor kid was stymied.

Remember THIS?

Yeah, I need a rent- a -geek.

I will try to find one today .


Skinny Cavuto back on his American counter.

Eating his beloved whipped cream.

Sleeping in spoiled warmth and comfort.

His neck wound(from the rabies blood draw) Healing nicely.

Scrawny baby. He lost a few pounds. It was very obvious when I put his harness on him. It was baggy.

He does look awful ,compared to his usual beautiful self.

My poor mama-less Booger with his new cat tree.

I busted out bawling when hubby sent me these pictures.

Boy ,do I miss him! So does Cavuto. There is a huge lonely hole in our environment without O'Reilly and his constant activity .

It goes without saying that we miss Hubby.

Even our little Bee-otch is missed.

This whole damn fiasco makes me so mad !
And so sad.

off to take a bath and cry a little :)

Have a great day Peeps!

Luv me

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

I'm backkkkkk!!!!!

Tuesday…..Day 5 with no internet or T.V.

Do I need to tell you how insane I feel? I suppose weepy would be the word for it. I bawl at the drop of a hat.

The cable man is supposed to arrive today. My knight in shining armor!

I just hope he gets here EARLY.

I did get 10 free (also old) movies at the library. I think I watched all of three of them

I have read several novels, during my solitary confinement. A few of them were quite good. I’ll let ya’ know what they were.

Yesterday I went to Sherwin Williams and got the matching paint for our trim, in here. Some of it is looking pretty shabby. I thought I would give myself a little project to do.

I did two windowsills and the baseboards in the entry way. My heart just isn’t in it.

Poor Cavuto, besides being skinny, looks and feels all dry and skuzzy. I have never had a reason in is lifetime to give him a bath .But I think that time is now. Today he gets his first bath. Not sure how that’s gonna go. lol but he does have all his claws.

He is also still on the” 6 hours ahead” England time. He has been waking me up at 1:45 A.M., thinking its morning.

He has thankfully, remembered all his little odd rituals. Demanding whip cream, wanting water from the faucet and waking me up with the full “paw face, meowing “routine. He has not played at all though. He cries for O’Reilly and spends a lot of time sleeping. I think he is still recovering from his horrible ordeal. I know how he feels. I have not even unpacked my suitcase. It’ still lying on my bedroom floor. I just hope he returns to his knuckleheaded little self.

Naturally, the day after I got here we got a big cold snap. LOL It’s freezing out there. I actually feel guilty that I am not out walking my ass off everyday. AND afraid every ounce of weight I lost will come rushing right back to me. Ack!

That would be 15 pounds BTW. I finally got up the nerve to step on the scale. Only 10 more to go. Lol

I can’t wait to read everyone’s blog and see what ya’ll have been up to.

I better go get cleaned up incase my Knight gets here early!

Luv me

Better get's my lonnnng post about my trip home :)


Hi all,

We are home!!!

Our trip was a sheer delight. (not)

You already KNEW that, right?

Let me start at the beginning. Ok. Picture it England.....night before we leave. We get a call from animal reception in London (Cavuto had been taken up there that day by the quarantine people) saying "Do you have any papers on Cavato that state what generation of a Bengal he is?"

They call him Cavato.

Example: F1, up to F5 Bengal’s are not very far removed from the Asian Leopard cat (which Bengal's originated from) and are therefore under some "endangered species act" in England.

Naturally, I do NOT have these papers because I was unable to reach Cavutos breeder before we went to England.

Ironically they did not ask for them on the way INTO the country. But if I don't come up with something NOW, they will not allow him to return to the US.

After much panicking and frantic phone calls and emails they were able to reach Cavutos breeder. Thank God! (And thanks again Jen!)

He is like an F9, BTW, Not even Bengally enough to be a show cat :)

Next morning we get up at 5 A.M. to head for the airport. When we arrive we tried to change my seat to a window seat. The man tells me "oh yes, you might even get an upgrade" meaning I would not be in the cattle car section. Whee!

My spouse leaves me there around 9. Luckily he DID leave that early because it took forever to get thru security and then take a train to my gate, where I discover that the breakfast I had been planning to buy was nowhere to be had.ack!

I go up to see if I got my upgrade.

"Oh you will have to check after the flight is closed"

I wait around until all 300 or so people have boarded the plane. I am the very last one.

I did manage to get moved to a window seat, but NO upgrade. gah!

I mosey on back to the cattle car section where I spot my seatmates, hence forth known as "east Indian guy " and "bad breath man"

Just like my last flight, there are 3 babies in the row ahead of me. Allowed to scream their heads off as much as they wish.

It took like an hour just to taxi to the runway. By this time I was already starving. I put my ring neck pillow on and was asleep by the time we were taking off. When we finally actually got in the air, I tried to watch the movie "Julia" a thriller. A sucky thriller. Don't bother.

Between my inability to keep my eyes open, my hunger pangs and the odors emanating from my seat mates, I then tried to watch the movie "Nights in Rodnathe" .Honestly, I couldn't stay awake enough to tell you anything about that one ...except....if you are old enough to know reality, don't bother .If you still believe in romance and unicorns...give it a shot.

I woke up towards the end of that one and I saw that east Indian guy AND bad breath guy had gotten up to use the potty.

(THIS is my chance! after at least 4 hours)So I throw off my headphones and squish myself out of our row like Christmas cookie dough. I go stand in the huge line for the bathroom, right next to bad breath man.

He was leaning right up against the exit door, so I said "that’s not going to pop open, is it?"

"No, it's double locked, here and here" as he points to the locks. I could barely understand what he was saying. I figured it out when he pointed to the locks.

He immediately took my comment as an invitation to converse and turned right into my face , with his mouth that had not seen food or water for hours .......and had now turned into the breath of the crypt keeper and said" will you e inrested to hear....something ,something... that you use once day to make healthy?"

(Thought bubble) "Oh...MY ....GOD ...your BREATH is going to blow that door right off the hinges or MY head right off."

.Lord....THIS is why I break out a book the second I get in an airplane seat.

(Next thought bubble)"My last mother in law was a scientologist ,honey.....been there, seen it , heard the sales pitch...Whatever it is....I'm too cheap to buy it."

I turn to him, holding my breath, wishing I had worn that damn SARS mask and say" I'm sorry, but NO. Thank you"

My bladder is at the mercy of these men!

Then he breathed into my face ..."what do you do?"

"Um I'm a housewife to spoiled cats" That usually shuts people right up. But nooooo...he continued to speak (breathe in my face) to me until my turn in the bathroom came. I think. He asked me if "I stayed home with the grandkids"

Or he may have said "grand ladies, garland queens, kids, queens, grand daddies, kiddies, commodes"

I have no idea what he was saying. But when it sounded like he was insinuating that I was a grandma....I hated him even more than before.

Luckily, they both stayed out of our cram aisle until I smooshed myself back in there.

I get crammed back into my seat and then, east Indian guy takes off his shoes AND effin socks! Holy shit...why don't you stinky's just throw me out the window????Try some damn foot powder....leave your damn socks ON to contain the odor!

I admit it, I took MY shoes off, but I DID take a bath that morning...and I did not, NOR would I ever take my socks off and walk around barefoot on some scummy plane. ESPECIALLY if my foot odor was going to gag anyone. Human decency ...people.

Oh...maybe I digress....who the hell knows.

I was skunked. It made me delirious for a while there.

Next thing I know, I woke to the smell of curry. That's because east Indian guy was the FIRST one in our row of stinkyness to be given ANY food. Because HE had the sense to order a SPECIAL meal.

Note: if you want your food first order a SPECIAL meal. Indian, Kosher, Diabetic, Vegetarian....anything. YOU will get it first, and it will probably be better than the other swill.

I was so hungry by then; I was drooling over that curry smell.

When they finally approached ME, I could barely hear them “chicken or lasagna?"

OH, shit....the spur of the moment.....????

I'm used to being able to order last if need be.

I felt like a game show contestant.

I shouted out...”uh ...Chicken! "

Once I opened my chicken......I was sadly deceived (in my mind) about what I was expecting. I was the lucky winner of a minuscule nub of dried out, overcooked chicken and some hideous "whole wheat ...something" I want to say Orzo....but I don't know if that's right. It looked just like barely, and tasted like crap.

After we ate our fabulous "meal”, the edible parts. tired the next movie. "Ghost town" I think it was.

The one with (HA! I just asked MYSELF, what's that kid’s name? ........ummmmmm......give me that gay guy from " can't remember.... you know...the gay guy that got beat up in that one movie, with Helen....something ...and the OLD guy Jack Nicholson! THAT guy was in it.)

(THIS is why my own husband hates me. Damn you senility!!! Because, really, this is the way I talk, apparently.) In this moment of clarity, I can see how annoying it must be for some husbands and shit. Sorry Dear, my bad. Let’s just hope it doesn't kill me.

Oh, I digress....again...

Anyhow, if you can figure THAT out...that movie was good. Funny as hell, even. I was sitting, wide awake, in my cattle car seat and cackled out loud a few times. Even knowing the risk, that bad breath man might know I was alive and awake, over there.

After that movie, I was lucky enough to curl my short unwomanly legs up like pretzel, and sleep some more.

I probably woke up the next time I smelled curry. Sure enough, east Indian guy had gotten HIS early dinner. I was drooling like Cvauto.

Note to self: next time ....order a frekin; Hindu diet.

This was about an hour before landing. They bring him all this yummy looking (and smelling) food and by the time they bring ours....I am sooooo hungry. And what do I get?

Oh it looks like a half of a sandwich and a piece of pineapple. Well, the pineapple was just lovely. But what to my horror do I find, upon tasting my half a sandwich? That's right, effin salmon spread.

*dry heave *dry heave*

ugh....yeah....That's how much I can enjoy (or eat) salmon. Holy crap, I'm starving to death on my million dollar flight. Sweet.

Once they finally feed you that last meal, you know it's nearly time to land.

I opened my window shade (cuz I got the power) lol

And watched the swimming pools get closer and closer.... and thought about plane crashes...even the lovely one that just happened, you know the "happy ending "one.

The one that I still haven't heard about "were there any animals on that flight?"

Remember, MY baby was in the bottom of this plane. So, once we touched down on the actual runway...all was good.

NOT convenient....but good (I hoped)

BTW the pilot announced "The temperature here in Dallas is 78 degrees."

Oh sweet Jesus ...let me kiss you warm Dallas!

Its 2:45 when the plane lands. I get through customs and get to baggage claim and am told to wait, after I get my bags, for someone to bring me Cavuto's paperwork. A guy finally shows up with the papers and then it's into another long ass line for customs.

"Oh you have a cat, get in that line over there now."

I get in the new line which is a security line with everyone’s bags being unloaded and x-rayed. When my turn finally arrives "what does this have to do with my cat being on the flight?"

"Oh, you don't have the cat with you? Then I can't help you. Go on and exit"

Surely they could see that I had no cat when they told me to get INTO that stupid line!

Then I step outside into the warm Dallas air. Oh it was delightful.

Next stop the car rental bus. I arrive at the car rental to be told that my husbands discount does not work for me. So I downgrade my car to a cheap wobbly wheeled ford focus. And still manage to hit the 200 dollar mark. Freakin' scam artists!

Next I have to drive to some remote cargo area out on the Texas plains to get Cavuto, after going the wrong direction, I finally find the place. I have to drive around back to a loading dock and they bring my poor scared baby. I immediately took him out of that horrid cage and put his harness on him and off we went to find our freeway. He was screaming and wandering around the car. I tried to keep him out of my face and off my lap cuz' he's rather huge and distracting.

I almost wrecked the car once as I heard the back window rolling down! He was standing on the button. Ack!

After about another hour in traffic and bad road signage I get to my freeway.

Sweet. It's now 6 p.m., just in time for Dallas rush hour .AND it's already getting dark.

IF you know me, you know that I have severe night blindness and I NEVER drive after dark.

Well, getting thru Dallas at 40 miles and hour in the traffic jam wasn't too bad for a blind person. All I had to do was follow the traffic.

Once I got out of Dallas, no more street lights. Uht oh. Now I am Mr. Magoo turned loose on the freeway. I literally can not see where the road goes for more than 10 feet in front of me.

After a little nervous panic I finally realized that if I made myself into a truck sandwich, I could see better with the truck behind me's lights and then I could follow the truck in front of me instead of trying to see the road.

This was working like a charm until some asshole in a pickup gets in front of me. I pass the asshole so I don't lose my truck. (He was going the perfect speed and everything.)

Then, what happens? That's right...I see the blue lights flashing behind me. I am getting pulled over AND losing my sandwich trucks. ack!

"Maam , the reason I stopped you is because you pulled right in front of that pickup and then you got too close to that big rig."

I was almost dumb enough to blurt out "I know, I'm following that truck because I can't see."

Luckily the nice officer gave me a warning and not a ticket. Then I was on my merry blind way and I had lost my sandwich trucks.

It was 8:30 by now and I had still not stopped to get food, drink or pee.I had been afraid to until I knew I was on my main freeway. Then, I was afraid to stop at McDonalds or somewhere because with my luck, someone would have broken the window and stolen cavuto or he would hang himself on his harness. You know that kind of thing.

So I finally stop at a gas station where I can park right in front so I can see the car. I get a huge coffee and look around at my dining choices. What do they have? Corn dogs. Lovely, but it will have to do.

After getting back on the road and several blind panicky miles, I found myself a new pair of sandwich trucks. I was correct in my assumption that they would be going all the way to my turn off road. Thank God! By the time I got on that road it was nearly 11, my knees were killing me and I was starving and exhausted. I though I was NEVER going to get here. It was so late there was hardly any traffic so I was able to use my Brights the rest of the way home.

Cavuto was THRILLED to see his home and I must say, this place has never looked so huge and beautiful!

God bless America!!!!!!!!!!!


I have some new pictures which I shall post later. I have to go run my errands . We have a big ice storm a' comin'

I've missed you guys!!!! Big hugs!!!

Sunday, January 25, 2009

Just a sec.

Hey ya'll ,

I'm on a 10 minute computer at the library.
Just wanted to let ya know I wrote a 6 page update about my lovely trip. I have no way to post it yet. They are supposed to come turn on my internet and cable Tuesday, whenever they feel like it.

I can't tell you how exciting it is with no t.v. and no internet. LOL

Cavuto is thrilled to be home but wondering where the other cats are.

See ya'll Tuesday!

Luv me

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

isn't that lovely dahling......

Monkey on the British counter.

These are the fabulous sights that I see on my bus journeys.

The ever er.. never bright sky:)

Old brick bridge. I'd like to go down that road and see what's down there.

This is the pub we went to awhile back.
Titchfield mill.

A pub I was hoping to go to but never did.Maybe in August.

The cute red phone booth. Sadly, I think they no longer make them.

This is something I find very odd. You can barely tell from the picture but this is a duplex. Both sides are completely different. There are tons of these around here. One neighbor has theirs all maintained and updated, while the other half is decrepit and neglected.

It seems like they could get together and agree on a uniformed decor for the front, but it's not that way.

See, this one is half brick ,half stucco.

This little beaut' was at the bus stop.
I'm sorry but wouldn't "butt sex" or even "ass sex" sound a little more manly?LOL

A newer neighborhood. As you can see ,all the buildings are done in pretty much the same style. There are no rebels sticking out like a California ranch or a Victorian pained lady. It's all uniform.
New is made to look like the old.

This one IS old and pretty cool I might add.

I believe it's a duplex.(with a unified front)

Ok ,let's me see I have any new observations?

Oh , everyone says "Lovely" ,"Dahling","Hey ya" and "Yep"
My husband says there is no P on the end of the "Yep" but that's what it sounds like.

And personally, I don't find it very macho to hear men saying "lovely"
Maybe that's just me.

It is a big NO NO to use plastic bags around here. Everyone carries their own bags with them. At the store they HAVE bags , but they are hidden. They have to ask you "do you need a bag?"

I'm sure there's more.....but I have to go do something ;)

Today ,after we visit Cavuto they will drive him to London. We shall be on the plane tomorrow.

Please pray that all goes well!

Have a great day!

Luv me

Sunday, January 18, 2009

Titles are for good posts.....................

Ola Ya'll,

Yep ,I know I'm behind again. My email has been screwed up and my spouse has been on my computer searching for drills and stuff. If you have emailed me and never heard a word back, I probably never got your email.

Yesterday we went to a cute little town called Winchester.It used to be the Capital of England. We got there and found we could only park for ONE hour. So my husband drug me through the streets at high speed. I went into a few thrift stores, for some speed shopping. I tried to take pictures ,but while doing so without even stopping my brisk pace. So,I present to you ,the worst pictures ever taken.

If you have ever gone shopping with my husband (and some of you have) you would have that V-8 moment ,slap in the head "oh, yeah NOW I remember why I vowed to never do that again."

I could go on, (and on and on) about what he does to the shopping experience. But I will force myself to shut up now:)

Let's just see the awful pictures, shall we.

street band . there were several of these on the pedestrian street.

Boot and teapot ,hanging in dreary sky.

Winchester Cathedral.

pedestrian mob street


very old pub

Small town on the way home

The dreary English countryside on the way home


Why yes, I do feel like a bitch.


We took Cavutos crate to quarantine yesterday . They will take him to the animal reception place the night before we leave.

They also presented us with our bill.

I told my husband "you may want to have a couple cocktails before you look at it."

Besides the plane tickets home...and the pet travel much was this little fiasco?

908.29 pounds.
Which IS....drum roll please.......

$1355.80 US dollars.

Who can we sue? The Vet? The microchip company? Hmmm... I wish we could sue somebody.

I am livid!!!!!!!


You think I'm in a good mood ,you should see my husband. lol wouldn't want to. :)


Hope all's good for you guys today!

Luv me (Crabitha)