Category: Craziness

No one tells you when you taste your first bite of Peppermint Bark that it is addicting. It really is, you know, and it’s a terrible thing. Today I watched as several women ran into the store I was in and immediately went to the Peppermint Bark and started loading up their carts. I could see their shaking hands and trembling lips.

You can only buy this at Christmas time.

The bottom is a thick layer of dark chocolate. The next layer is white chocolate, and then there is peppermint stick candy sprinkled all over the top. Oh yeah, this stuff is more addicting than anyone even knows!

I bought myself a small box. I got to the car and tore open the plastic wrapper! I sat there and broke off a small piece of the Peppermint Bark and shoved it into my mouth, the chocolate smeared on my lips and fingers!

The joy! Oh the wild happiness I felt. A rush of sheer delight shot through my body. It’s that feeling that makes you want more!!!

I think the candy companies all know that this could really become a problem, which is why they only make it at Christmas.

If they made it year round, well, they would have to open clinics for Peppermint Bark Rehab!

As it is, New Years is really tough candy wise.

Yesterday it was Hubby. Today it was me.

All was going well. The day dawned bright and the cool crisp Autumn air felt wonderful on my skin as I walked the pups in the yard. Yes, it was going to be a beautiful day.

We shopped, I found a great watch, got all the dog food that we will need for the next month, picked up the mail and even grabbed a bite to eat.

Yes, the day was going along so well.

I was starting to cook dinner, when Hubby mentioned that his mail program wasn’t working. I went over and tried to fix it quickly, but my usual computer skills failed me. In frustration I called our service provider, who walked me through fixing Hubby’s machine.

Great!

Then I hung up the phone, and while I was trying to fix dinner, I went to fix my own machine and I couldn’t do it. I knew I should be able to, after all, I had just done it on Hubby’s machine, but it looked different!

I went back and forth between the kitchen and the family room trying to fix my computer, with the clock ticking down towards the time when my dinner would be done.

The tension mounted and I thought I would go absolutely crazy, and then I saw it. The little menu that would lead me to salvation!

With three minutes and 29 seconds to go, until my dinner timer went off, I had fixed my computer problem and gotten my email up and running again!

Somehow, tonight’s Lobster and corn on the cob tasted even better!

I’m tagged again and of course flattered. This time by my good blog friend Renny. I have to do it my way, and this time it was about ‘My Desk Top Free View’. So here I have captured my desktop and I would say it fits the theme 🙂

This is a picture I took this summer of our lake at sunset. I have had it on the desktop since probably July. As you can see my desktop is pretty tidy. I hate clutter and I like organization. Hence the neatness.

This tag meme was started by iRonnie. You’ll find the post where he started the whole and with further instruction if you like to participate here. I’m supposed to tag some of my blog friends and here are the winners (no obligations, but fun if you’ll pass the token!): Becci, GoofyGirl, Gattina, Empty Nest, & Mar.

We went to The Cog Railway yesterday with a friend. For those of you who have never been to the top of Mount Washington, this is a great way to go. You can travel up in a cog train to the top. Elevation 6284 feet!

The Brake Man and guide for our trip up the mountain told us: “Sometimes hikers will moon trains near the top of the mountain. For those of you with delicate sensibilities look away, for everyone else, get your cameras ready!” And Hubby leaned over and said to me, “It’s probably B.S.”.

We got to the point where the train crosses the Appalation Mountain Trail and as we were approaching, we saw hikers on a path near the train. We all started to wave, but they did not wave back and the next thing we knew, they lined up, turned around and “the moons came over Mount Washington!”

Everyone laughed and clapped and even the young children on board thought the hikers were very funny.

Saturday morning, I drove to get our mail at the Post Office. The streets were pretty much deserted. In my mind I’d envisioned customers of Amazon.com waiting in line to pick up their copy of “Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows”.

Perhaps I live in the wrong community. There was no such line. In fact the place was empty.

I hadn’t ordered a copy of the book thinking I would get one eventually, but all the hype in the last 24 hours was working on me. It seemed to be all I could think of. I left the Post Office and hopped in my car and drove down the hill to our local book shop. Once again I expected a long line of customers to buy “the book”, but no one was there.

Instead I found a huge stack of books with a nice woman patiently waiting for the crowds to come and surround her and the books. I asked if these were all reserved copies?

“No” she replied and handed me a copy.

My hands shook as I took the book in them. I walked quickly to the cashier and paid for my book and clutching it tightly to me, walked to my car.

When I got home Hubby asked what I had in my hands?

I explained it was the “Holy Grail”, and he was not to tease me about getting a copy and devouring it.

So I am reading. I did have to stop in the afternoon and take a nap as I still have this silly summer cold, but I intend to read, read and read some more. It’s one very long book!

I love to shop but I hate to shop for pants for myself. And this, gentle reader, was my task for today.

I needed to shop for some soft cottony, comfy pants to wear the day of my surgery. There is nothing worse than having anesthesia and trying to dress oneself in complicated clothing afterwards. So I wanted to find slip on pants and a top large enough in the neck to slide easily over my bandaged eye. I also did not want to spend a lot of money.

I started at the Liz Claiborne Outlet center and tried on several items. Although I found one outfit that was “okay”, in that it fit most of my criteria, the outfit simply wasn’t “special” enough for me to spend $65.00. It was cute though, but as I am a power shopper, after deciding that it just wasn’t quite right, I left, drove down the road to Kohls, and started looking in there.

Kohls is now my new favorite place to shop. Not only did I find an outfit that was comfy and uncomplicated and cottony, but it was so inexpensive, that I bought another one in a different color. Best of all, these comfy cottony bottoms fit my ginormous hips and I actually feel pretty in them. I got light sky blue and lavender colors and in many ways I think I can say that these sets flatter me more than the Liz Claiborne ones did.

I came home and was met by all my Dackels and Fritz at the door. Oh, and Hubby too. What a good day!

People often wonder why I have 4 dogs. In fact today, I saw my doctor for a physical and he was asking me how on earth I could do it? Didn’t having 4 dogs mean a lot of work, a lot of time spent running around with them and cleaning up after them? Or feeding them?

Yes, it’s true that there is work involved with owning 4 dogs, but…and here is the important part, what they give me is so much more than any thing that I might have to do for them.

You see when I came home today Fritz and Greta met me at the door. They both danced around giving me kisses and happy faces and wagging tails. They were so happy I came home!

Then the puppies started jumping around and when I picked them up to bring them outside they licked my face and wiggled lovingly in my arms!

Even when I am not feeling well, the pups are all at my side. They snuggle and cuddle and sleep quietly. And I feel like the luckiest lady on the face of the earth.

Greta, Arnie and Anneliese in my lap.

Now before you all start thinking that having 4 dogs isn’t challenging I’ll tell you there are times when all heck breaks loose! Like when the Oil Company Man makes a delivery and all the dogs see him and start barking. Woo-hoo! That’s when it is really fun. I just love it when I can’t hear myself think! LOL

Oh just one more thing before I close. You all remember that I bought those doggie steps for Greta was she was pregnant and as rotund as a Pot Bellied Pig? Well, I brought out the steps for the puppies and I taught them to use the steps. They love them and no longer even try to jump up or off the chair. As long as the steps are there they go up and down with ease. In fact now that the puppies are using them, Greta has started to actually use them too! I think now I will buy a second set for the bedroom. The key? Start them young!

I can tell that my cold is getting better. I can smell things again! Now having the use of your nose can be good or it can be bad. It all depends on the scents around you. In my case, I have two puppies that are being house broken, and although I have been pretty diligent, today I just could not get “odor d’puppy” out of my nose.

Anneliese & Arnie

I made up a super mixture of cleaning solution and deodorizer, scrubbed the floors with that and then all I could smell was “odor d’puppy with deodorizer“! That simply would not do. I sprayed that stuff that says it kills all odors in your house, you know, like teenage boys sneakers! Nope, it didn’t work!

So I got out my old standby, orange cleaner and I’ve washed the floors with that. All I can say is thank the good Lord in Heaven! I’d rather be smelling oranges than “odor d’puppy“!

Hubby came in as I was finishing up washing the floors for the second time and he asked what I was doing. I told him that all I could smell was a dog kennel smell. He laughed and told me to get used to it. I stared at him coldly. “No way! I can be cleaner!”

Then it dawned on me. This means I will have to wash my floors maybe a couple of times a week!

Quick!! Someone come over here and sneeze on me so I get my cold back!