a February 3rd, 2010

  1. Notice To Alden

    February 3, 2010 by myeye

    “Jean from NM” says you are flunking Blogging 101.  She wants Watson photos and she wants them NOW.

  2. Going on About Goings On

    February 3, 2010 by myeye

    Chase Holmes and Inca 2-1-2010So, Inca, do you have a plan?

    Inca Wait 2-1-2010What do you mean — you’re outta’ here?

    “Stuff” happens in clumps, or piles, or bundles:  I still have no kitchen.  The cost of new cabinets (even reasonably priced cabinets) was w-a-a-a-y more than the cost of rebuilding the base “boxes”, putting the old doors back on and touching up the paint — so, I don’t get new cabinets after all.  The new dog door has the same sized dog opening as did the old one, but the old frame was much larger.  The handyman had to re-frame the opening.  So that meant drywall patching on the inside and stucco repair on the outside.  Darn!  The painter can’t get started until Monday — so another weekend of no washer and dryer.  Last Sunday when I went to vist Brock and Angela’s laundry room, they introduced me to Wii bowling.  Boy do I suck at that!  The only good thing I can think of, off hand, is that I don’t have to be hospitality chair for the TDX this weekend — because I can’t make coffee or make dessert or put together a salad — ’cause there is no kitchen here!

    Yesterday Inca and Chase went down to Los Lunas to visit Dr. Donny.  Chase’s elbows were re-xrayed because OFA didn’t like the angle at which they were originally filmed — not a problem with the elbows — more of a problem with the nut behind the wheel.  Inca was de-barked.  I feel terrible about it, but she is a constant yapper, and she has a pitch that makes your head ring.  So, Inca is now the silent Red Goddess.  Apparently there was a dog in season at the clinic.  Chase came home looking for someone to breed and it took until this morning for him to settle down.

    Yesterday I spent a couple hours with the head District Attorney, the Chief Assistant, and the Deputy DA for Violent crimes.  This morning’s newspaper headline is “Police Dig for Body Under Garage”.  The attorney representing another party in the case and I met with clients and families until after 8:00 last night.  . . . dragging tired this morning.

    The Phebes is going into her “I’m pregnant” routine.  Her loin is already filling in a bit, she is super loving, her coat gleams.  I hope she’s not just foolin’ around with me.  I’ll try to get a now photo to compare as we go along — it’s sort of a blogging tradition to show the ever widening midsection.

    Holmes just keeps getting cuter.  He loves his puppy class — and everything else we do.  What a sweet little guy!  He still runs up the stairs every chance he gets.  He now weighs close to 20 pounds and carrying him downstairs is becoming a chore.  However, I stand two steps down, bend over and he throws his front paws around my neck to prepare for the ride.  I can’t be too angry. . . . except . . . I just found a couple of bras under the daybed.  I sort and fold laundry on it — lately I seem to store clean laundry on it — and some dogs stole some intimate garments and took them under the bed to play with.  I need to order more bras.

    Another storm is moving in — should be here tonight.  Boy I wish there would be a huge snow storm and everything would shut down for a day.