December if you can believe it!

No, I'm not ready for Christmas. Not at all. BUT, my checkbook works and so I'll just write checks to people.

I said Rabbit Rabbit the first day of each month all year, and now, right this minute, I'm on a cruise. The Queen Mary 2. Ten days. Extra large balcony. So, you see how this Rabbit Rabbit thing works?

*Rabbit rabbit folks. May you have a wonderful December.

*stole this particular cruise rabbit from google. Don't know if I'll get a towel rabbit on my cruise or not. I do know that I don't care.

I'm buildin' an ark

November 1 again. So you better say Rabbit Rabbit if you're going to have any chance at good luck in November.

To me good luck would be less rain. Maybe even SUNSHINE!

Everything here is wet:


It didn't rain cats and dogs, but the cats and dogs got rained on.


Even the pigs have to wear boots!


Sigh.

Hey, would ya look at us?

We bombed the moon! Are we smart or what?

Maybe "or what."

If, say, Iran had bombed the moon, what would we say?

Do we own the moon?

But I guess since we did it on the dark side it's, like, okay.

I'm so proud.

October

So, it's October again. We really should get some new months. I mean, really. It's the same old 12 months over and over and over. Can't we do better than that? We're Americans! Heck. We oughta be able to produce a new month now and then.

Meanwhile, say Rabbit Rabbit for good luck in October. After all, a black cat could cross your path. Or a witch on a broom. Those witches. Can't be too careful ya know.

Thinking about a thirteenth month is stressing me out.


All of you should get on this. I shouldn't be the only one working on this new-month thing. Get busy.

A Day at the Races

You know you live in hicksville when you spend the day at the goat races.

Two friends and I did just that today. The Falsmouth PA Goat Races is a hoot and a half. First a local band played, then of course there was The Pledge of Allegiance, followed by the Blessing of the Goats. Naturally I was touched by it all. Especially the blessing. I'm such a sentimental type. uh huh.

Then came the goat parade. They dress these goats in lovely outfits. This little lady was too proud to actually parade. That diva.

That's me in the middle with the shit-eatin' silly grin.
The goat with us won the Best Dressed Award. She shared it with one other goat but I've forgotten which one that was. Maybe this one below:

He and his owner/handler were pirates of course. Cute. Come to think of it, this dwarf goat is a female, and pregnant.


You could buy raffle tickets too. If you got lucky and your ticket won, then, well, you won yourself a goat. My friends wanted to do that, but since I was driving, and I told them they'd have to walk their prize home, they gave up on that.

I have to admit that the kids were flat-out adorable. This one is as small as a kitten.


But, ya know, they do grow up to be GOATS. Not the kid-kid, but the goat kid. The kid-kid will grow up to be a woman. That's a good thing. Mostly.

The races themselves were the funniest thing. Some goats ran like hell and their handlers fell and were drug down the track and across the finish line on their bellies. I thought it was funny. Maybe the dragees didn't think so. Quite a few goats had the opposite problem. The owner had to drag the goat. One goat bleated and complained and dug her hooves into the track the entire length of the race. We laughed so hard we cried.

There were other things goin' on too. Stick-goat obstacle races, etc. If you hadn't made your own stick-goat, there were rentals available. I'm not kidding. Well, I'm kidding (or lying) about the rental part. They'd lend you a stick-goat. Real generous like.

After we tired (I know you're surprised) of all the goat-going-on's we drove through the woods to the town of Columbia PA.

There we noticed that something big was happening. Crowds of people. Walking. Running. All going to see the grand attraction: The 500-ton generators, which are 70 feet high and 12.5 feet in diameter, being delivered for Three Mile Island Unit 1. That's right folks. We live downwind of TMI.

Anyhoo, these things are being transported over land on a huge carrier that moves 2.5 mph. I don't know why anyone would have to run to catch something going 2.5 mph.



My friends and I are too sophisticated to stare at such stuff, so we just minded our own business: going to the antique store there.

Next year we're going to one of Mule Jumping events in either Arkansas or Missouri. Naturally that will be an over-night trip. Do I know how to live or what?

September. Boy that came fast!

Can you believe that it's September again? I can't. Summer wasn't much. Not bad really. Just. blah.

Oh, well. I love fall. So here we go.

Rabbit Rabbit!

Happy Birthday 3D

My daughter 3D was born 50 years ago on August 29. She made me what I am today: a mother and a grandmother.

Happy Birthday kiddo!


She's a Penn State grad. Don't mess with her about it. (But you can make fun of those glasses. Tee hee.)

Happy Birthday

Happy Birthday to my second born, Actonbell.

She's a sweetie! (and cute too)

Happy Birthday young one.

August! Amazing

(picture from lolcats.com of course)

Remember to say Rabbit Rabbit today for good luck in August.

Too busy to post

moar funny pictures

I'm having a busy summer.

Happy Independence Day!

It's time for Americans to celebrate the adoption of the Declaration of Independence!

I hope the sun shines wherever you are.

Oh boy, it's July!

I did say Rabbit Rabbit the very first thing this morning, so I'm set to have good luck all month long. Maybe.

There are so many damn darn rabbits in our yard this year, that they are actually fighting for space.

They eat everything. One of them is eating at the bottom of the clematis. That rabbit. Never had that happen before. This is what a year without a real winter does.

An update on the clematis. It looks good even though that rabbit keeps after it.




I'm done complaining now. As you were.

May showers bring June flowers

Our Clematis is a beautiful thing, year after year. It's not in full bloom yet. It's loaded with buds which will open in the next two days. Everyone's yard is great this year. We've had so much, TOO much rain, but the plants love it.

Post pix of your spring why dontcha?

'Tis the season

Graduations are being held everywhere these days. Tomorrow our twin granddaughters will graduate from the same high school that our four children did. Unbelievable. They were just born yesterday. In September they will go off to the same University.

Our step granddaughter Deva will graduate tomorrow from Bennington College in Vermont.

We are very, very lucky. These girls are three bright and good people.

Congratulations to all graduates. It may feel like an end, but it's a beginning. But then, every end is a beginning of something.

Must be summer

I know for sure that it's summer 'cause I saw a firefly last night. It's the first I've seen this year.



Didcha catch'em and put'em in a jar when you were a kid? I did. I didn't keep them a long time. Just watched them and then let them go 'cause I wanted them to live to fly around. I shouldn't have disturbed them in the first place. I was a bit of a brat. Big surprise, huh?

If you don't have fireflies where you live, you're missing something lovely and exciting. I never tire of seeing them.

OMG! It's June!

Rabbit Rabbit! Or Tibbar Tibbar, which is what you say if you forgot to say rabbit rabbit the first thing on the first day of the month. I can't believe that I forgot. That rabbit. Snuck up on me.

Memorial Day

The weekend is here. A weekend of sales, picnics, fun and games.

I have no objection to any of those. And I am almost a pacifist. Almost. Not quite. So I'm not a fan of things military.

I remember when I was a kid that if there was a man on the street anywhere, he was in uniform. My father was in the navy, and he is buried in a military cemetery. (He was not killed during the war.) I just noticed that I wrote "the war." That's WWII. Young as I was, that war made a big impression on me.

I hope you have a great weekend. There's nothing wrong with having fun. But, if you have a minute, do think of those men and women who gave their lives in defense of The United States of America. I don't happen to agree with some of the wars we have fought since WWII, but IMHO I think we owe the fallen in those wars at least a show of respect.

Meme of the moment

My daughter Actonbell did a meme and asked folks to do it too.

Siobhán tagged her, and Cheryl tagged Siobhán. That's all the history I know.

The challenge is to answer it in 100 words or less. Here goes:

Current obsession? A cruise I'm going to take this winter.

Favorite clothing? jeans.

Dinner today? steak, potatoes, salad.

Listening? blessed silence.

Message to tagger? I love you!

Favorite vacation? Multi-month road trips across the USA with husband Niks.

Reading? Just finished a mindless mystery.

Me in 4 words? Old, fat, lazy, generous.

Guilty pleasure? afternoon naps.

Spring? Beautiful, wet, usually just right.

Looking forward? Dinner with Acton and the SIL tonight, pictures of the grandtwin's prom which is also tonight.

Happy Cinco de Mayo

I love Cinco de Mayo. First of course, there's the food. I love it. But the entire thing is fun. If you're in the right place.

The best Cinco de Mayo I've ever had was in 2002. We were in San Antonio. Niks and I were on one of our long road trips. My sister Doris and her husband flew to San Antonio and met us there.

I scanned some photos of Doris and me in our sombreros at the Mexican Market there, but you think I could get them to upload to blogger? Noooooo. Sh*t. That blogger.

I guess they're too large.

All I can say is you missed a real treat.

Of course we toured The Alamo and all that good stuff.


Doris especially wanted to see Ft. Sam Houston again. She spent a year there when she was 18.

Only Doris and I knew why it was so important to her. That Doris. Rascal.

She was terminally ill at the time of this visit to old San Antone. But she still had a couple of years left. She and I spent much of that time together.

Happy Cinco de Mayo! Have a drink on me and Doris.

Marvelous May

I hope you have a marvelous May! You'll have better lucky if you say "Rabbit rabbit" on the first of each month.

I've been a bad girl about posting and visiting for a long time now. I resolve to be better about those two things soonish.

Happy Easter

May this be one day when you don't worry about identity theft.

April 1st

It's April Fool's Day, so you better be sure to say Rabbit Rabbit so you won't be a fool all month.

Ol' Hoss is gone to see Big Ernie

Lowell Gene Maudlin, born on both Oct. 1 and Oct. 2, 1930, died on March 10, 2009. Gene died utilizing Oregon’s Death with Dignity plan.

Guess that's why he stopped answering my e-mails inquiring as to his health.

He wrote his own obituary and this is the last line. “Maudlin plans to be cremated and then will reincarnate.” He often wrote about making his "pile" so that he could afford to be frozen until he could reincarnate.

You can click here to read his post telling about my daughters and I sending him the t-shirt that he is wearing in the above picture.

He was amazing. If you read his bl*g you know that, if not, it's too late.

Rest in peace Hoss and reincarnate real soon.

St. Pat's Day....again

Here it is again. St. Patrick's Day. I don't have anything green to wear. Heck.

Well I won't feel sorry for myself about that 'cause....





Imagine that. I once won a race!

Happy St. Patrick's Day.

Sick

I've been sick. That's why I haven't posted or commented.

I DID say Rabbit Rabbit out loud on March 1 (for all the good it did me in February).

So tibbar tibbar now on-line.

Holy Rabbit! It's February!

Rabbit rabbit. Or Tibbar Tibbar if you forgot to say rabbit rabbit on the first day of each month. Whew! I almost forgot!



Are you going to a Stupid Super Bowl party? Have fun!


Man, I mean everybody and their earmites are havin' a party!

Yep. It's officially cold outside

It's cold. If I'm cold, it's officially cold. I don't mind cold weather and seldom bother with a real coat. I generally just put on a jacket, if that.

But at least we got a nice little snow last night. Looks pretty. It's not a problem snow, it's a light snow. Light as in not wet. Wet snow is less fun. Unless. Unless you're making snowmen and snowballs. Wet snow is very good for those things.



For those of you, and you know who you are, who hate snow, please look at this picture below and think about how lucky you are here in the land of not-much-snow.


Imagine opening your door and seeing this! That snow.

Life is so short. While you are hoping for spring to come, don't forget to enjoy this day.

January is half over.

Global warming?

I definitely believe in global warming. I don't see how it can be denied.

There will be winners and losers in global warming, and right here in PA we seem to be among the losers. We used to get honest-to-goodness snow. Big, nice snows. And yet. Some didn't like snow*.

I wonder if they love what has replaced the snow? The ice storms. We used to go years and years and years without an ice storm. Now we get them instead of snow. You can drive in snow. You can walk in snow. But driving and walking in even a thin layer of ice is dangerous.

Not that I'm complainin' of course. I never bitch. Well, maybe a little.

*I forgive all those who don't like snow. I know that they like ice even less. And for all who love Spring (and who doesn't?) as of today, it's 72 days away. Do easy time. Try to enjoy winter. The ice is beautiful on the trees after all.

Happy 2009 to you all!

This here is a unique rabbit. Don't you agree? Do you know how to catch a unique rabbit?

Unique up on it.

How Do You Catch a Tame Rabbit?


Tame Way.

Course no telling what can go wrong with this plan.


That cat. Or was it the rabbit's fault?

Don't forget to say Rabbit Rabbit so you'll have good luck in January!

*Yeah, yeah, I'm posting early. I may fall asleep before midnight. It's been known to happen.