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Life With Schnauzers
Tuesday June 20, 2006
She awakes, yawns and stretches...ahh, what a wonderful warm bed...silk sheets that feel so soft against her skin. She opens her eyes to see the warm sunshine streaming across from the 10 foot high arched window and the breathtaking view beyond. Her nostrils fill with the aroma of red roses from her bedside table and she hears the soft breathing of her sleeping husband who lies next to her.
She carefully slides her feet to the floor and seeks out her slippers and robe oh so softly as not to wake her man. She glides over the marbled floors and plush carpeting, past beautiful artwork and antique furniture to the french doors that lead to the veranda. Fresh morning air embrases her lovely skin and a soft breeze gently teases her long flowing blonde hair.
She moves to the table set there with hot coffee, juices and fresh fruit. Marshall, her faithful servant of many years is there to hold her chair for her with a cheerful "good morning, madam"..........
Whoa!!!! Hold the Phone!!!! Was I dreaming?
Well, shoot!!! Time to get up, I guess. Damn, it looks cloudy outside and where's those fuzzy houseshoes I bought? Hmm..there's one of em, wonder where the other.....aha! Junior, come back here with that shoe! Oh well, don't need shoes anyway. OUCH!!! What did I step on?....chew bone!!! Junior, put down that shoe and come get this thing! I nearly killed myself on it!!! Boy, you really listen to me, don't ya? Okay, forget it. Think I'll put the coffee on before I go to the bathroom, that way it'll be done when I get back to the kitchen...yeah, that's the ticket. Gee whiz, somebody needs to clean up this house! Oh, My God!! Who is that sloppy looking woman with the bad hairdo? Mirrors should be banned early in the morning.....Ah, coffee! Think I'll sit down here at the old computer and check up on the stream.....hey, here comes my bear with one eye open lookin for the coffee pot....in his birthday suit and lookin both adorable and sexy at the same time. Smiling, I turn in my chair and take full advantage of the view while he fills his cup, then he turns and winks at me as he heads off to the bathroom.......
Well, life is good here in my reality.....now, what was I dreaming about when I woke up? No matter......it looks to be a wonderful Sunday here on Schnauzer Lane. | | | Posted by -Pup- at 8:29 PM - | |
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Monday June 19, 2006
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I overheard those three words in a conversation today and it got me to thinkin about some of my most embarassing moments. I remember one in particular that I would like to forget, but you know how those things go...they just hang with you the rest of your life, clear as a bell, whether you like it or not, right? Well, here goes.
MANY years ago (gee has it been that long?) when my kids were small, I think 3 and 4, we lived in west Texas. It was July or August and scorching hot. Not very good conditions, to say the least. We had an old swamp cooler in one window that didn't do any good, because as most folks know, they don't work very well without water. Well.....this one wasn't getting enough water and I had been complaining about it for a while. Mr. No-good (my husband at the time) was too lazy to fix it or even care.
I'd been getting in the shower, fully clothed, all day and wetting myself down just to stay cool enough to get some housework done and my temper finally got the best of me.
I knew the problem was from the water faucet outside from which the water was piped to the swamp cooler. I gotta give Mr. No-good a little credit, because he had actually purchased a new faucet. But that's as far as it went and the damn thing was still resting comfortably on the kitchen counter where it had been for a month.
This is where it get's interesting.
I'd had enough, so in a fit of temper, I grabbed the plyers and the new faucet and out the door I went, kids in tow. I tackled that old faucet like a mad woman and was doing a good job of getting it off until all of a sudden....SWOOOOOOSHHHHHH!!!! The faucet blew off with incredible force and I had a 20 foot geyser on my hands.
Now, this is where I began to feel really stupid.
Ever notice that when angry, you tend to forget important things like: turning the water off before removing whatever's holding it back? Well, too late for that. What do I do now? Thoughts race through my mind at this point. Do I call the city? No way, I'd be the laughing stock and the local small town newspaper was hungry for something to write about. It's bad enough that all the neighbors are already either out in their yards or peeking out their windows at this spectacle.
So....determination kicked in, since there was no other viable option. I shook off the initial shock of the situation, grabbed the new faucet and tried to screw it on. No luck...too much water pressure. I had water spraying everywhere, was soaking wet and couldn't see a thing. Okay, now let's see...what to do next? Aha! I grab the faucet in both hands, get it as close as I can, then proceed to sit on my hands til I can get the thing down to the pipe. Water is still going everywhere and I still can't see, but it's where I want it, by George! Now, I'm sitting like a frog on my hands which are on this faucet, but I still had to find a way to screw it in, so I did the only thing I could do at that point...I started slowly crab walking in a circle while sitting on my hands. After about three or four revolutions, I felt like it was safe to let go, but did a couple more just to be sure. Sure enough, it held enough that I could get the plyers on and finish it off. Phew!!!
There I stood, totally exhausted and soaking wet. That's when I heard it - uncontrollable giggles. I had just provided the best entertainment there is to my kids and all my neighbors. I tried to gather up what dignity I had left and get the kids back in the house, but they were laughing so hard they were limp on the ground and couldn't move, so I just left the little traitors out there.
Did I mention I'm a blonde? :)
The Gigglers
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Saturday June 17, 2006
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Your Ideal Pet is a Cat
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You're both aloof, introverted, and moody.
And your friends secretly wish that you were declawed!
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A repost from one of my first posts (with a few changes):
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Scating a thousand miles around the grade school across the street from my house and riding my bike, totally lost in my own world.
We walked to the "show" every Saturday to see Godzilla, King Kong, or whatever we watched in those days, just like every other kid in town. Admission was free with a Gandy's milk carton top and you could stay all day and see it over and over again, if you liked. Sister always stared bug-eyed at every scary scene while I plastered my hands over my eyes and peeked through my fingers. The floor was sticky with spilled soft drinks and candy and you had to check your hair for gum projectiles that came from the back of the theater.
We shopped at TG&Y, Anthony's, Piggly Wiggly and Western Auto.
I grew up on Patsy Cline and Jim Reeves playing on the stereo.
I was hanging clothes on the line as soon as I was tall enough and when they were brought in, they were sprinkled, rolled into balls and put in the freezer, til time to iron them. I always wondered why we put them on the clothesline to dry, then brought them in and wet them down again...go figure.
It didn't seem to be as hot back then, or maybe I just tolerated it better. Being in a small town in west Texas, swamp coolers worked just fine to keep a house cool and I remember loving the smell (and still do) when it was turned on for the first time after a long winter.
I loved thunderstorms, probably because we didn't get much rain and when we did, it usually came in the form of a storm. It smelled good too.
We played outside all day and only worried about red ants and grass burrs.
I remember going to the cabin on the lake which was a hundred miles from home (lakes are scarce where I come from) and swimming half the day by the pier. All was well til one day I saw a dead fish float by me and I couldn't get out of the water fast enough. Ever since, I've had a phobia about being in water that I can't see through. It's clear pool water or nothing for me. Something about what's in that water with me that I can't see.
Then there was the closet door in my room that my parents learned early on to make sure was closed before I went to bed. Ever notice that if you stare at clothes hanging in a almost dark closet that the clothes start to move? Just a trick my eyes played on me, but I believed it back then. Well, so much for the little trip back in time. Funny what little things stick with you the rest of your life, huh? | | | Posted by -Pup- at 12:53 PM - | |
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Friday June 16, 2006
Even amidst the storm that this stream has weathered this last couple of weeks, there is much talk of the spiritual. It’s talk that makes sense to some of us and not to others. I can’t speak for others here, but I’ve always been very spiritual. Everyday life and the stresses of that life takes a toll on my spirit and discouragement clouds my existence. Today, I experienced something I’ve experienced only once before, about 15 years ago. It’s a phenomenon I can’t explain and can only say that it’s very real. I wrote this about it:
As soft music flows all around me, touching the center of my being..
My mind quietens as my spirit awakens from too long a sleep….
Joy engulfs me as my spirit remembers…
The purest of love that envelopes and caresses me…
My body straightens as I smile from within and
Tears fall easily from my eyes that look heavenward
And I surrender gladly to that realm so familiar
But so rarely touched or remembered
I drift on the lightest of emotion as chills run the length of my body…
And for this moment, my spirit is complete…..
and knows the purest form of perfect love.
Soft laughter emerges from deep within me
As my soul celebrates this ultimate peace.
I’ve been here before…….and will be again.
This place so unknown, yet so familiar.
Heavy stuff, I know. But I just had to share this experience, especially since I read Lucy’s comment about some of us being “old souls”. I’ll go out on a limb here and say that I believe I came from somewhere else to this world and will return. This belief comes from deep within me, if that makes sense to any of you. I believe it does to at least some. Like Lucy, I could name a few.
With that said, I wish you all the peace I feel this evening and I wish for the calm waters of this stream to return.
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