Martini Cartwheels

9:00am on Patriot's Day, 2012. It's a floating holiday for my company, and I'm drifting along on a current that's ripping through the chore list. First task - fertilize the lawn while the grass is still wet with the morning dew. Figuring time was of the essence, I threw on a pair of sweats, a t-shirt,  sweatshirt, socks, and sneakers. That was it. No time for undergarments here. Yard work is best done when one is going commando. That is, until you realize you do not want to be wearing your fertilizer covered sweatpants when it is time to go back into the house. Unfortunately when I walked into the kitchen bare-assed (I removed the offending sweat pants and socks in the garage) I discovered the dogs had peed on the kitchen floor. I just hope none of the neighbors caught a glimpse of me bending over to mop up the puddle. Ok, time to exercise. I threw on some shorts and hopped on the treadmill. And I learned that the extra minute or two I saved by not putting on a br...

At the start of April, I told myself I would post every day until the end of the month. I have failed miserably. I could ramble on about how busy work is, how much there is to do in the Spring with respect to yard and house work, and how I barely find time to visit my Mother in the nursing home, let alone write posts or read my favorite blogs. But what would that get me? A straw hat in a blizzard maybe, but not much more. I mentioned on FaceBook that I bought a book on time management but have not yet found the time to sit and read it. So what's the secret? I know there are those of you out there who accomplish a gazillion things a day and I want to know how you do it. Do you only sleep 6 hours a night? Do you not watch television? Do you not ever have a hangover on the weekend? Do you pay someone to do all the house chores? What are you best tips and tricks for setting goals and keeping them?

Happy Birthday To Stiffy, My Mom Calls You Jiffy, If You Fall Off That Bike, You'll Feel Like A Dickie

Boo Boo proves once again, it's not the size of the dog in the fight, but the size of the fight in the dog. Or something like that. Pippa is heavier and quicker but Boo Boo wants  the toy. And what Boo Boo wants, Boo Boo gets. Here's to all the little alphas everywhere.

Another case of "brain has instructed mouth to start speaking even though warning messages were firing". So this guy comes into our building at work and he is carrying this cardboard box the size of Nebraska. And I look right at him and I say "Wow, somebody has a big package". Hey - I probably made his day. I'm pretty sure his package is bigger than my brain.