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He Still Knows How To Show a Girl a Good Time

Rancher Fishy and I had a hot date today.



We went in to Town.



We went to see Dr. Casey for our check-up
While we waited we played with his tools.

He always tells us jokes. Today's favorite one was about a homeless man walking into a bar and asked for a dozen shots of whiskey. After the bartender set them down, the man began to toss them back at light speed.

The barkeep asked him why he was drinking them so fast. He answered, "If you had what I have, you'd drink this fast too."
"What do you have?" asked the bartender, stepping back.


"Seventy- five cents."Was the answer.


We also went to get our teeth cleaned by Tammie. I took a picture of her terrible pointy sticks. She didn't tell me any jokes, but she did put "Top Gun" on her TV for me to listen to.


Oh!...and between these two appointments we went to Red Robin for lunch. There wasn't enough time to get his first choice luncheon, which is a hot dog from Costco.
PS. My blood pressure was 110 over 80.

Vodka Bottle

I made this bottle to put vodka in.

I made this bottle to contain vodka. (More grammar-ly sound.)

I made it out of a vodka bottle and paper and ribbon and a butterfly thingie - and Mod Podge!!!!

Drive-thru Flu Shots! Oh Goodie!

We went for an old people's outing today.
We found a road side farmer's market.
Old people like those.





We ate breakfast in a place we've never been before and it was DE-licious.
It was huge and came on a platter as big as a tray.
I took a picture of the food, but my computer said it couldn't recognize the format.
Probably because I called it breakfast and my computer thought it was food to feed a third world country.

Then we got flu, tetanus, pertuses, and pneumonia shots.


I wish I had cross out abilities. I would show you how many ways I spelled pertussis wrong and then write "whooping cough."




Doesn't this look like fun?

Where Is My Surprise?

When I come home from the store (or anywhere!)





Searches the bags for the 'prize that she knows

is always there. I can not go home without a surprise because she is so cute when she searches through the bags.



This puppy has me well trained.

Can You Say Botulism?

Husband and son are canning stuff.

It has been good knowing y'all.

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Her name is Pegi and she is two weeks older than my daughter.
Yeah. My family is weird like that.

Life and Love

Why a person will make that Drive on the Five.


There aren't many bonds as strong as the grandfather/grandson bond.


One on these little girls is my daughter and the other one is my granddaughter.



If I were not familiar with the photographs, I could not tell them apart.


Sleeping grandies!

A Tidy Workshop is a Sign Of a Sick Mind

Should I clean this up a bit?


I don't know...
It looks pretty daunting.




I decided to follow the advice I often gave my children when they were faced with cleaning their tornado swept rooms; Just pick up one thing and put it where it belongs, then pick up one more thing and put it where it belongs.



Repeat.
Repeat
Repeat until you can see the floor.



I followed this sage advice for two hours.
The bottom four photos are what it looks like now.
Not much difference.
Huh.
You know that TV show called hoarders?
Do you think I should worry?

I am definitely NOT EVER going to be featured in the magazine, "Where Women Create."

How To Take A Trip Down the 5

First Get all of your Stuff and put it in your car. The only reason anyone would drive to Southern California from the north state is because one would need to take a lot of one’s Stuff, including one's puppy dog.

(Unless, of course, you are a truck driver and get paid to do it,
or you have a crippling fear of flying,
or you own several children and Auntie Grandma lives at the other end of the state.)


The Stuff you are taking must include your ipod with some selected play lists of your favorite sing along songs. I always take my tambourine, too. Now don’t try this unless you can keep the rhythm without thinking about it too much. It could take your mind off of the huge amount of driving you are about to do.







The next preparatory activity is mental. Realize that the trip is long. It is boring to a normal person without a tambourine. There isn’t much to see, other than flat farmland.



There will be a few glimpses of the aqueduct; the vehicle Southern California people employ to steal water from the North State. Someone told me it is one of the three manmade things that can be seen from space. The other two are the Great Wall of China and the pyramids. I don’t know if that’s true or not, but it’s interesting to think about between songs.



Back to the mental preparation; as you are getting on the 5 from the 44, give yourself a little pep talk. Remind yourself that there is no reason to hurry. It’s a long drive and you might as well drive a casual seventy miles per hour. Set your cruise control and get behind a Walmart eighteen-wheeler.


Decide to just stay there in the “rocking chair,” as we used to call it back in our CB days. Sit back, relax, and enjoy the tunes.
I usually do this for, oh, about until I get to the olive-selling town, which is about 40 miles into the trip. Then for some reason I feel the need to get over in the passing lane. Suddenly there are new rules for driving.



Put the tambourine into the passenger seat. Push down on the gas pedal. Pass every car and truck in sight until you come to a stretch where there are no other vehicles. Re set the cruise control to seventy-five. You won’t get a ticket for going only five miles above the speed limit.
As other cars begin to join you on your personal highway space, play the “See how long you can go without stepping on the brake and popping yourself out of cruise control” game. This game can involve some close calls and it certainly keeps one awake. The main rule of this game is, you can step on the gas to make yourself go faster than the other cars around you, but no braking.







When you tire of this game, or see a gnarly accident that reminds you that it can happen, get back in the rocking chair and pick up your tambourine. Avoid getting behind any truck carrying any sort of livestock. (Trust me on this.) Tomato hauling trucks should be avoided too, as they bounce tomatoes out all up and down the 5. I’m pretty sure this is not good for the paint on your car.




Before long, you find yourself at the grape vine. Put the tambourine down, as you will be going eighty and eighty-five before you know it.



This speed will make up for the brisk twelve miles-per-hour you will be going when you get in Los Angeles traffic.



Exclaim to yourself that there are more people within your sight now than the entire population of where you live. Remember clearly why you moved out of that place.

Hell's Angels; Hella-Good Food; and a Hell of a Mess

Drove down to Folsom to visit my sisters and my mama. (No they aren't in prison.)



We stopped for a bit of petrol and some road food and met these guys. They wanted to know where the party was.







We didn't think they meant my mama's 85th birthday party so...






We went to her favorite place to eat; Fats.








It is aptly named. When we left we were exactly that.

I was also a mess.


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