Category: Just for fun

Q & A

Hey guys, I know I’ve been very lame and MIA. I’m annoyed with me too. I haven’t even downloaded the pics off my camera from Maine, so yeah, I’m a deadbeat.

In my meager defense, I have volunteered to be webmaster for both Thing One’s school, and our local community pool, and between those two (and this being the first full week of school) by the time I finish that work, I want to run far away from the computer. Things will settle down soon, and I’ll get back to the business of oversharing stuff no one cares about, I promise. Teaser: I think we’ll be starting to redo the half bath very soon!!!

To hold you over, I am featured over at Life À la Mode by the fabulous Tabbulous, Tabitha Tune. This girl knows her food as well as she knows social media, and I always learn something cool from her culinary adventures.

Click here to see what I had to say about learning how to be a successful thrifter/renovator. Thanks for having me Tabitha!

My Sprinkler Brings all the Fawns to the Yard…..

Triple digit heat and no rain for weeks has our woodland friends gasping for a drink. We’ve started running the back sprinkler at dusk (no water bans yet) and it’s been drawing in a show every night.

This drives Otto nuts, and he’ll scare them away by barking through the window, so he has to be crated while we watch the wildlife and let them have a nice long drink. When they are up the hill, he’s cool with them, but when they come in this close, he gets territorial.

Oh, and if you ever wondered if fawns lift a leg, or what not…the answer is no…female dog style squat.

The fawns aren’t the only visitors to the sprinkler in the evenings.  We’ve had baby owls too….I can’t seem to get a good shot of the “wing spread shimmy” they do in the water. I really need to take a photography class!

Good idea wildlife. It’s too hot to be outside without water, so the CC picked up a mister at Lowe’s for $16, and it has made a huge difference. We love it so much that we now have plans to install a hidden misting system so we can be outside all summer without keeling over.

The lady Vizslas love this shot……..

High Plains Drifter

Otto has a knack for taking his rawhide chews and turning them into stogies. We have these shots we call the High Plains Drifter series we thought you might find funny, or not.

He’s almost 9 months old, very much a puppy personality, but when he sits there with his rawhide cigar, he looks like a wizened old man.

 

 

‘Memba when he looked like this? Just under 6 months ago?

These months of hard living, with obscene amounts of attention, and he becomes……..

BTW, Adam was always my favorite Beastie….

 High Plains Drifter-Beastie Boys

I Hear You + Estate Sale

Thanks to all who provided feedback on the media integration conundrum. Here’s the new plan. I’m ditching the Tweets of the Week import, and for those who like seeing the tweets, but would rather stick a fork in their eye than go onto Twitter, I now have a running sidebar underneath the Instagram photos here on the blahg. (Thinking of you Nannie Annie!) Sound like a fair compromise? Just scroll down on the right and it’s all there.

You would like to see some of the Instagram photos in posts, so I’ll share those here from time to time.

Moving on from housekeeping, I went to an estate sale in Franklin yesterday, and everything I had my eye on was sold…to Justin.

Who is this Justin you ask? I don’t know, but he has fabulous taste and I think he needs to be my friend. I was eying every male up and down at the sale trying to figure out which one he was, so I could possibly beg him to let me buy this off of him.

It’s a terrible shot from the sale website, I tried to snap one myself from his “sold” pile, but it was wedged behind a chair, this was the best I could do without looking like I was flat out trying to steal it.

Those eyes were meant to scare MY children. Does Justin have kids? Is it sitting in his antique booth somewhere in the metro area?

Lucky for me, there were SO many owls in this house that Justin missed a couple.

The day before, Modernhaus posted her new vintage owl and I was smitten and envious. How crazy that I find his little brother the very next day? Crazy, I tell you.

Oh, and this little fiber thang, that is indeed the abomination that I predicted it would be in the eyes of the CC.

He hates it. He likes minimal, not boho. I quote, “It’s not concrete, steel or glass…humph.” Then there might have been some muttering.

So if I wanna keep it, I need to find a place for it that is not in his daily line of vision. I may end up selling it, we’ll see how his tolerance holds out.

Have a great weekend!

 

HemLoft

As one who appreciates treehouses, I was reading about commando tree dweller Joel Allen in this article and then snooped around his website last night right before bed.

Amazing craftsmanship, and a great story…although I have a hunch it isn’t going to end well.

Despite all the wonders I saw of how he conceived and built this place, and the beauty of his secret, illegal location…all I could think about as I came in and out of sleep in my dreams last night was HOW DOES HE SLEEP THERE? NO ONE CAN SLEEP IN A CURVE ALL NIGHT. SURELY A HAMMOCK?!!?? This snapshot of crazy is why I don’t watch crime/police shows after 9pm…it gets into my head and then I’ll dream all night of the murdered kid on Criminal Minds…btw, there’s ALWAYS a kid involved somehow and I hate them for it.  I digress.

I looked at every photo and video, and while we can see he manages to cook there….NO SIGN OF SLEEPING. More importantly, why does it bother me so much? I’m sure there’s a simple answer, but last night, I NEEDED to know.

Go check it out and tell me how he AND his girlfriend can sleep in there.

Troll Brothers

Just to make sure you guys understand how talented the CC is…I present to you….the Troll Brothers.

Meet Pogo and He Who Must Still Be Named.

The leftover fabric from the chair project (more on that soon) was not to be wasted….there were trolls to make! He whipped these up in one afternoon given he is actually better on the sewing machine than I am. His scientific mind and patience trumps my arty impatience every time.

 

I really love them. You can’t even see their stubby little arms underneath all that hair!  Pogo is Thing 2’s friend, with the black eyes, and the red eyed He Who Must Still Be Named is Thing 1’s. Even though he says he’s too old for this stuff, I know he secretly likes him.