Tequila shots tonight!
August 8, 2008 | Stuff
So, we had an open bottle of tequila in our cupboard.
The packers don’t pack open bottles.
Oh, darn.
Just sayin’
Stuff
Somebody else: Life’s too short to drink cheap wine.
Me: No it’s not.
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Just call us George & Weezie
July 28, 2008 | Stuff
Well we’re movin’ on up,
To the countryside.
To a deluxe corn field and a red barn.
Movin’ on up
To the countryside.
We finally got a piece of the farm.
Armadillos won’t dig in the back yard;
Gators won’t swim in the pool.
Gotta get us a big tractor
To mow grass and plow all the snow.
No more shorts in the winter
Time for boots and a hat.
As long as we live, it’s you and me baby
There ain’t nothin’ wrong with that.
Well we’re movin’ on up,
To the countryside.
To a deluxe corn field and a red barn.
Movin’ on up
To the countryside.
We finally got a piece of the farm.
…
Yep. It’s official. We move in less than two weeks. We pack Aug. 8, load Aug. 9, clean and take off sometime that weekend. We’re supposed to close on our house up there Aug. 15, and the kids start school Aug. 19. And I don’t want to jinx anything (I’ll blame it on the rooster), but if all goes well? This house I’m in right now won’t be ours anymore in September. [Fingers crossed!] Nothing like packing in a bazillion things into a couple of weeks just to keep things exciting.
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What is it with me and birds?*
Stuff
I have lived in Tampa for seven years (almost to the day). For the first time ever, I heard a rooster crow yesterday morning. What’s the deal? Is this some sort of weird sign? Meh. Sometimes, I suppose, a rooster is just a rooster. But I still can’t help but wonder what in the world was a rooster doing in my neighborhood. We’ve got all kinds of strange critters around here, but … a rooster?
*There are the Sandhill cranes. They are almost as tall as I am, and they have lethal-weapon-looking beaks — you know, the kind that could peck your eyeballs right out. They aren’t afraid of people and will walk right up to you. Freaks me out. At least in Nebraska (where the cranes hang out every year), you have to drive to the Platte River and watch them from a distance. I never knew I’d have them in my back yard (and on the sidewalks and walking down the middle of the street) one day.
*Then there were the vultures that gathered on my neighbor’s roof for a few days. Then the mourning dove soon after. I couldn’t help thinking, cripes, who died? Only to discover them later feasting on a dead turtle in my neighbor’s yard.
*And more vultures circling over our house one weekend recently, tempted no doubt by the dead armadillo in our street.
You say ‘potato’ …
July 25, 2008 | Stuff
Remember when we rode the alligator to see the dentist then stopped by Old MacDonald’s on the way home?
Well, guess who we saw today.
Chuck E Jesus
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More reasons we don’t have a pet armadillo
July 19, 2008 | Family,Stuff
I mentioned over at my Being Savvy: Tampa blog that my son asked, “Would an armadillo be a good pet?”
I said it wouldn’t because an armadillo is a wild animal.
Yesterday, we “ran across” a couple more reasons.
1) It doesn’t do well in traffic.
2) It attracts vultures.
Yes, that’s on our street. No, I did not hit the armadillo with my car.
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What happens 72 hours before you have to put your house up for sale?
July 14, 2008 | Family,Stuff
Artwork on the wall.
And the stairway.
And the door.
And the alarm.
Heck, I wasn’t even in the shower when that happened. I just had the telephone glued to my ear all day, talking with the bank, the other bank and the realtor, trying to meet another 72-hour deadline.
By the way, anyone looking to buy a house in Tampa? Because I have one for sale. Yep, we’re moving. Here’s the door to our new house. Can you guess where it is?
(For those of you I’ve already told, you don’t get a guess.)
We move in one month!
Stay tuned.
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