C’mon, Moooommm, musicians work for drugs. Throw a little cat nip up there! 
I now present to you…Page 3 of this week’s MMP.
Cool! Taz and Ziva can play musical serenades all hours of the day and night! 
I shall now retire to the bedroom to watch teevee until sleepy time. I’s tahrd.
Nitey Nite Y’all!
It’s knittage time!!! MWAH!!
Hi everyone! It’s only Tuesday, and I’m making it to the MMP.
We’re in the throes of finishing up puppy prep. Turns out puppy is arriving on Thursday. :eek: That’s the only day in the next 2 weeks that the weather will be cooperative enough for him to be able to travel. (He’s coming to us from Arizona.) He’s a Siberian Husky…in answer to doggio’s earlier question. This will be interesting as I haven’t had a dog since I was…10. And I wasn’t responsible for her.
Tips on training, caring for the little guy? (We’re getting lots from the breeder, who is the friend of a friend, but can’t have too many.)
Back to the clean-a-thon.
Hugs all.
GT
Worked, went to the meeting. Now I’m home.
gt, lots of exercise and toys. and a crate. And a desire to be rid of all physical possessions doesn’t hurt.
Heh. I’ve just been reading up on this doggio. Yep, I didn’t need stuff anyway.
GT, ain’t no breath as sweet as puppy breath. Youze a lucky, lucky gal.
Man, what I wouldn’t give for a big ol’ nose hit of puppy breath right now. Mainly so I could then run over and blow it in my cat’s face.
Kitty kitty kitty…
It’s after 3 right now here on the East Coast. Just got back awhile ago after dropping off my latest basement visitor.
It’s a barrel of laughs in the **Tugig **residence this week.
Up and caffeinated. Going to work 2 hours early. But that means my day off starts 2 hours early.
So this is your poster?
Have you firgued how it got in?
Apparently, Higgs’ crate wasn’t secured properly last night. 4:45 she came charging on to our bed. **FCD **got up to tend to her, but I couldn’t get back to sleep, so he’s back in bed, Higgs is busy licking herself, and I’m up way too early again. Stoopit dog.
**tugig **- them things is all kinds of creepy! They look like giant rats. ick. Glad I didn’t see that right before bed. ick.
Today, alas, I must dust. The patching of the holes led to sheetrock dust all over the place. Of course, we all know how I feel about dusting. ugh. But it shall be done. I may even break out the vacuum and try to de-cruddify the lampshades. I assume that’s what the little attachment with the brush is for.
I may also look for my music books today. If I can stay awake.
Happy Wednesday anyway. blech.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’. YAWN 'Tis 72 Amurrkin out with a predicted high of 95 for the day with a heat index of around 105. 'Twill be a definite August day!
MOOOOOOM I dust the lampshades everytime I vacuum. I dust the ceilin’ fans everytime as well. I figure if’n I’m gonna clean I might as well go all fanatic.
gigity next time trap the possum, fatten him up and make you some baked possum 'n sweet N.O.T. You have to feed him out on cornbread and buttermilk because he will need to be both cleaned out and fattened up. Three weeks should do it. I had a recipe one time for that. The directions included how to fatten up, gut, clean, and bake the possum. YUM!
Ok that’s all I got. I need more caffiene and rumbly tummy wants sustenance. Then, alas and alack, irk purtification must commence.
Happy Hump Day Y’all!
so, swampy, does possum taste just like chicken?
As for ceiling fans, they get dusted when I turn them off and I notice they’re fuzzy. During the summer, they pretty much never get turned off. And I never think about lampshades, but since I took one off yesterday to help light the wall I was painting, I noticed it might need some attention. So I ain’t Suzy Homemaker. So sue me!!! 
Happy Hump Day!
It’s grey outside, 67 degrees with a high of 84 predicted. Looks like it’s supposed to be cloudy all day.
Nothing special to do today, just lots of irk.
blurf!
All of the household garbage and recycling has been relocated to the Clements Convenience Center. I just finished dusting the family room - very fluffy cloth has been shaken clean, so I can attack the living room next. I still don’t like dusting. ugh.
It amazes me every Friday when I put the trash and recycling out. Usually the recyclables are 2 to 3 times the volume of what’s going into the landfill. Kills me to see neighbors that don’t recycle because they’re filling it up with unnecessary haste.
yeah. that.
I don’t get it either. We have mixed stream pick-up every two weeks. If we miss one of the pick-ups, the container is overflowing by the time the next one comes along. But we can probably go four weeks without putting the normal trash bin (pick-up every week) out to the curb. And probably would, if it wasn’t for the smell. And we’ve got neighbors who complain when the recyclables truck doesn’t get their blue bin because it’s full of obviously non-recyclables.
garden traveler, as the owner of a Siberian Husky, I can tell you they have minds of their own; much like cats. In other words, you can call them to come to you, and they may, or may not…it depends on how they’re feeling at the moment.
They are escape artists and they are mischevious. They like to chew, so keep your pup occupied with stuff that he/she is allowed to chew on. I lost many, many shoes, not to mention a couch, when we first got Polar. They need walksies.
They are funny and entertaining. They can be both goofy and regal. They like to back talk when they feel they are being told “NO” for all the wrong reasons. They are smart and observant. Mine figured out how to open my kitchen garbage by watching me (we have one of those cans that has a lid with a sensor).
They are loyal; at least mine is. He latched on to me at the shelter and he always has me in his line of sight when I’m home. If I leave the room, he gets up and follows me.
FCM, I don’t like cleaning…period. I do it only because I have to.
How one thinks that is a cat? Ooof.
I live in a small, very old cottage. It used to have a crawlspace then a basement was later dug out of 1/4 of the space underneath. So there are probably a dozen ways in around the foundation, and there’s no way to really figure it out.
Last year I crawled into the space to put insulation on the pipes. With my belly on the ground my ass rubbed the floor joists above. I don’t suffer from claustrophobia but after that I sure as hell understand it.
**Swampy **I’m a real live and let live kinda guy. I even have bugs in this house that I don’t bother because they don’t directly impact me.