Gardengrrl likes being outside and watching "Sky-TV"
By: GardenGrrl, 7:28 AM GMT on August 28, 2008
For Northerners a wool blanket day means it's nippy out and time to start a fire, get some cocoa, curl up in the comfy chair with said blanky and book.
In North Texas this means it's beastly hot and humid outside with no breeze and an air pollution alert. It's one of those uncomfortable tactile moments when you feel your surroundings embrace you in a claustrophobic hug as the atmosphere drops what feels like a hot damp wool blanket over your head as soon as you set foot out the door.
Breathing becomes a strenuous and unsatisfying effort to pull actual air through the damp blanket enveloping you and into your lungs. These are the days we bless the Gods of Airconditioning, stay inside and watch TV. Reading requires too much effort and my brain is overheated.
Plan "A" was to work on the flower garden. It shall remain scruffy. Plan "B" involves continuing with having grilled chicken with apple-maple barbeque sauce and buttered zuchinni boats. Then, pop in the Mr. Beans Holiday dvd and practice the heimlich manuever while eating dinner and laughing too hard. Even Syd and Roxy decided it is too much work to anything but lay about the house today.
Speaking of my two cheerfull little maniacs, ever since we spent $70.00 some dollars on materials to put plexiglass around the lower half of Syds condo, these two have pointedly ignored each other. What fun is playing if you can't risk losing a limb or poking an eye out? LOL.
Have a great week folks, I'm off to work until Sunday.
Updated: 7:31 AM GMT on August 28, 2008
By: GardenGrrl, 7:08 AM GMT on August 24, 2008
We have had Roxy exactly one week now. After she finally calmed down she became such a cute little pup that when I brought her to the vet to get spayed, I couldn't sleep until the vet called to say she got through surgery just fine.
Have I mentioned Roxy is really smart too. Even zorked out from the post surgical pain meds, she knew exactly which car was ours in the parking lot and also knew if she headed for it and got in, we would get the heck away from the vet.
Young Einstien also figured out today if she flops over on her side and plays, poor limp doggie, we will carry her everywhere. You should see the big grin on her face when we do this.
This baby girl is gonna be a handfull :)
Finally got out in the garden too. It has been so hot and dry that August traditionally finds the garden in a state of sorry neglect. Time to get it ready for the fall finale.
Thanks for stopping by and have a great day!
What a week. Am happy to hear from Mom and find out the most inconvenience Fay has caused her is cancelling bridge because she didn't want to get out in the storm. They are still doing repairs on her apartment building since Charlie.
The Olympics has been very exciting!
We got rain in North Texas too! Everything went from brown to green. Hooray!!!
Then of course there is my new puppy Roxy. She say's Thanks to everyone who has said hello. She is 13 months old and the first thing I did was to schedule her to go to the vet and get spayed this Monday.
I came from work this morning and took one whiff of the house and immediantly understood why the boy dogs have been so interested in her. My poor little girl is in heat. So much for long walks right now.
Syd the cockatoo is also in season. For the next few weeks he will scream a lot and bite a lot. Then he will be sweet again.
Is there a hormonal plague flag I can fly outside the house right now to warn people?
Updated: 8:39 AM GMT on August 26, 2008
By: GardenGrrl, 8:30 AM GMT on August 20, 2008
When the rain finally came back to North Texas I had joked that we have the cat, maybe a dog will show up. Sure enough, after all the searching and disappointments, suddenly people were trying to throw all kinds of dogs my way. It really was raining cats and dogs.
One group had a cute corgi/beagle mix that I could go pick up but it didn't feel quite right. There were also two other cute small dogs suddenly being offered up. I put them off because I just felt that THE dog hadn't shown up yet and that was why I've been getting blown off by all the rescue groups earlier. It's hard to be patient and trust a Higher Power.
Then came the phone call. Ironically this is also how I ended up in my current career some years ago, I was cleaning the bird cage and looking at some semi-recent classified adds. One caught my eye and I called. It turns out I was the only one who answered this add. The lady called back and asked if I still wanted her dog.
There was a fun three hour road trip to East Texas. We stopped at the Russel Stover Chocolate Candy outlet. Buzzed on chocolate, lack of sleep and caffiene it was a great drive. We saw a camel farm, miniature horses, donkeys, some deer, buffalo and a yard with a big sign that read,"GO to **** Osama Bin Laden".
We finally found the house and met Roxy Hollywood. Her family was getting stationed elsewhere and had too much going on to take care of a very hyper little dog, small kids and finding new housing. They were leaving in two days and would be staying in a hotel.
Roxy is calming down, she is very smart and fitting in quite well here. She is a 13 month old Pembroke Welsh Corgi. She likes to fetch the mini-tennis balls from Petsmart. It's funny how eventually everything turns out okay.
By: GardenGrrl, 5:43 AM GMT on August 19, 2008
It's been raining Cats and Dogs here and I caught a puppy!
Pictures and details in next blog.
Yes indeed, the Life Giving Rain has come to North Texas. Even amidst the overcast here the renewal of green is peaking through the baked brown grass and shrubs.
The temperatures have dropped to pleasant. Life is good.
By: GardenGrrl, 5:56 AM GMT on August 12, 2008
I love the Olympics. The dreams, the drama and stories behind the athletes. Not to wax cheesy here, but along with hearing the Olympic theme my mind pictures the Disney Magic Castle, the place of The Most Wonderful Dreams.
If you haven't got teary eyed listening to our National Anthem while watching Michael Phelps stand on the podium recieving his gold medal, it's time to let yourself believe in dreams again.
I love the Olympics because I love my Country. Nothing in this 2008 Olympics will show what the true American spirit is more than what the Mens Gymnastic Team did tonight. America is where optimism is born. In America if you set somewhat realistic goals and work hard dreams come true.
According to the announcers, the American Mens Gymnastic Team really didn't have much of a chance against the other countries. China and Japan were the power house favorites. None of our guys had ever competed at this level before.
With their serious game faces on, betraying little emotion, China and Japan competed well. But it wasn't much fun to watch. Then you have the Americans. When we chase our dreams we wear our hearts on our sleeves. They made me care about Mens Gymnastics tonight. Sure we're not even going to place, but these guys are giving everything they got.
And then it happened, the fairy tale where dreams come true. The alternate gymnast gave the performance of his life and gave Team USA enough points to contend for bronze. When the final standing was announced, China got gold and finally smiled. Japan got silver and looked stricken with disappointment. Our guys got bronze and you would of thought we just won the World Series.
That is American optimism.
By: GardenGrrl, 10:46 AM GMT on August 05, 2008
Okay can we say it's been beastly hot here in North Texas? For some reason, every year in August I'm surprised it's so hot out and all the grass has gone brown. The only places with green lawns are on the postmans hit list at the end of the month. Thats because August water bills in Texas are so big they often require a fork lift carry them.
Being nocturnal I do my watering at night. So there I was moving the hose around when I felt someone watching me. A scan of the area revealed two golden eyes peering from a small shadow that turned out to be a mostly black cat. Although allergic, I'm fond of the little fur balls and speak fluent cat. Meowing a greeting, the little kitty meowed in return and came forward, circled and after deciding I was "okay" demanded attention.
This is a tiny adult cat that just can't get enough hugs and pets. She followed me all evening and when I wasn't paying enough attention to her, climbed up my jeans, over my tee-shirt and parked her little self under my neck just snuggling and purring away. It was like having a big homecoming carnation pinned to my shirt.
If any one is interested in giving a good indoor home to a tiny affectionate velcro kitty, I will be happy to catch her for you.
Updated: 10:46 AM GMT on August 05, 2008