“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
We've had bouts of fireworks going on for a week now. So use to them, they don't even phase us.
You know what? I think I know why our dogs don't flip over fireworks. We live close enough to the county training and firing range, they ard use to it.
Have a safe and fun day ya'll.
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Happy 4th to all of you. Eat a lot of barbeque, grilled burgers, corn on the cob, etc. etc. Do not worry about it being too greasy, too rich, too too. Enjoy this Holiday and worry about your diet tomorrow. LOL
Raining here, so I would imagine the neighborhood picnic is cancelled. It's supposed to clear up later so fireworks should still be on. There have been fireworks all week in various areas. I'm not sure the animals in the 'hood are phased by them anymore.
My lovely DD cleaned the kitchen for me. She even arranged the pots and pans and all my plastics. Then she rearranged my drawers. Grrr! Potholders in the bottom drawer, nononono!
-- Edited by Southern_Belle on Saturday 4th of July 2015 09:03:49 AM
My lovely DD cleaned the kitchen for me. She even arranged the pots and pans and all my plastics. Then she rearranged my drawers. Grrr! Potholders in the bottom drawer, nononono!
-- Edited by Southern_Belle on Saturday 4th of July 2015 09:03:49 AM
And after she was doing so well.
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Home from trip one to work. Not too bad. Doc said he doesn't wish to work anymore this weekend so anything he does will be a bonafide emergency. Still other docs on call but their services don't have too many emergencies, usually.
I had a gross night. Still feel gross, better, but not 100%
Pot holders in the bottom drawer is fixable. You have a nicely organized kitchen now. So that's a good thing.
My mom wants to put the bigger spoons we use for cooking and serving in the dinning room.
More rain for today. No real plans. Everyone is here. Well, not here right this second, but you know what I mean.
I might just go back to bed.
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Home from trip one to work. Not too bad. Doc said he doesn't wish to work anymore this weekend so anything he does will be a bonafide emergency. Still other docs on call but their services don't have too many emergencies, usually.
When I worked post op it was always really slow around the holidays. The docs would push people out so they didn't have to do rounds. And it was always a good time because we never got new admits. The only admits we ever got on the holidays were the old people who fell and broke a hip. Those were 99.9% of our patients.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
DS is playing on his Sit n Spin. He insists on using it right by the couch and it occasionally gets stuck. It's so cute to see the tantrum before he figures out to scoot it away from the couch.
I'm enjoying watching the clouds. Looking forward to the party today. I just realized this morning that I haven't seen any notices expressly forbidding fireworks on the complex' property. I'm contemplating picking up a few but I know I won't. I'm too goody-two-shoes to risk it.
Tomorrow is the fourth day for the splint, which means it can come off since doctor said I had to wear it four more days. I'll be in the boot till it's healed but the boot is more comfy. I can bear some weight on the ankle but am not rushing things.
“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
Pouring here, not sure the fireworks will happen, have the grill heating up to grill the steak tips and Texas chicken skewers. Have the corn on the cob going and bread warming. Yum, even if no fireworks.
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There is a heatwave here - fireworks and bbqs are restricted. Water use is limited. It's my pooch's birthday today and I got him a kiddie pool to play in because it's about 100F. I put him in and he thinks that I'm going to give him a bath. I'm a crappy gift giver.
There is a heatwave here - fireworks and bbqs are restricted. Water use is limited. It's my pooch's birthday today and I got him a kiddie pool to play in because it's about 100F. I put him in and he thinks that I'm going to give him a bath. I'm a crappy gift giver.
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
Fireworks were awesome. Dog was shaking when we got home, poor little guy. Fireworks going off all over. Watching the NYC fireworks on TV, man they are great.
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My neighbor is shooting off fireworks. They're illegal here. My dogs are all three terrified.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
Lots of people shooting off fireworks here and the dog is unfazed. He is terrified of pumpkins and plastic grocery bags but fireworks are no problem. Weirdo.
Second interview on Monday. I am still cautiously optimistic.
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My dogs are unphased by them too. They are use to the sound.
Monster will even sit and watch them.
It's pouring rain again. Both nights, it's rained about an hour after the fireworks.
Good luck MM.
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Lots of people shooting off fireworks here and the dog is unfazed. He is terrified of pumpkins and plastic grocery bags but fireworks are no problem. Weirdo.
Second interview on Monday. I am still cautiously optimistic.
Yep weird and good luck!
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It was just a regular Saturday for me. It was in the low 90's today, with very light breezes. Fortunately I spent the morning sitting in air-conditioned comfort visiting friends. Sweltered at home in the afternoon with my fan on high (my landlord does not allow A/C). I may have napped a bit. I had a package of beef-flavored ramen and a small green salad for dinner. Watched Graham Norton, and caught some of one of the fireworks shows on the telly. That's about it. Nothing special.