Collecting dust

This is my blogger blog and it's mostly a dead zone since most of my scintillating stuff is on wordpress or facebook (hork!).
However, if millions decide to that they need to absorb my derivations, then ok, vote for me for president in 2016. I'm not sure what name I'll be using but it really doesn't matter.

Bort my providnitza. Have no idea what it means other than it's possibly nasty.

You don't pay attention and the next thing you know...

you've got a grandchild.

The peanut arrived Feb. 13, 2010, and a peanut he is, pretty scrawny and small, but quite healthy and hungry.

Time to drag out the Calvin and Hobbes.

We are going to be gr.....

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ack

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gra....................ndparents

If you make waves

take swimming lessons first.

Flat iron steak

is super delicious, as I have finally found out.

So it had to be followed by homemade chocolate cherry icecream.

Danger, Will Robinson, Danger!

For those who are having the unfortunate opportunity to arrive here, this blog is an early blog just so I could harass my little sister (Froth), who then leaped to Wordpress, then quit, then started up again, then quit, then started up again on Blogger.

So I have not kept this blog up, and fortunately it seems not to link to my alternate personalities,
6 female, 2 male, wait, let me check,
well


if you count okcupid, myspace (which is mostly dead), blogger, wordpress, let's see,
total:
12 female, 6 active, maybe more but I've lost track
4 male, 3 active, but they're all preverts

schizophrenia, it's not for the lazy, especially if it's latent

buy me a beer, and i'll tell you how i got my diagnosis from a Navy doctor, it's actually interesting, as opposed to most of this drivel.

the world is full of icky people

Susan Boyle isn't trying to become a Celine Dion or Barbara Streisand. She simply went on "Britain's Got Talent" to just try and do something that her dead mom suggested.
She's not trying to take over the world or being something she's not.

Do not make her over. Let her be her. And yes she does have talent, and yes there are plenty of people more talented than her. So what. Let her have her 15 minutes and shut the fuck.

She's quite funny and goofy. Just go with the flow, enjoy.

Ah, I know I feel better now.

Millions

A british movie called "Millions" is about this cute little boy who knows everything about saints and religious figures and who has a bundle of money fall on him which he thinks is from God, and he and his older brother try and spend it or give it away, but that turns out to be harder than they ever imagined.

Funny, sweet movie well worth asking for.

My faux persona

I only keep this blog to remind me of my three alt personalities who are wild and crazy.
But sometimes I find it the quickest link to my wittle baby seeester.
The Froth.
Feral pigs and pumas stalk her, so please be watchful and protect her.

Sometimes you get a hint

That you're not supposed to do something.
What you've been training for is still good stuff, but you're immediate goal is not what you originally intended.
Caught a nasty cold. Big stair climb is off.
Sucks.
But they still get my money for leukemia research, but it's annoying not to be able to do the climb.
but next year, I'll be in good enough shape, enough advance notice to
wipe some ass.

12 minutes, i tell you i can to it in twelve minutes, no caps NO CAPS, no PUNCtuatION involved.

Nuts is as nuts does

So I'm gonna try and haul my stomach up 69 flights of stairs for a good cause.
I have done that in practice and should be able to finish in under 30 minutes,
hopefully under 20, but my practice stairs aren't 69 contiguous flights,
so it's hard to tell if I'm really ready.

But the stair monster says I am. It's a big ugly stair stepper and I'm not gonna argue.

Supposedly there's massages at the end of this climb, but I've been reading the fine print and I don't think overweight farting geezers will be first in line. Damn.

At least I made the monetary goal so next year I can do this again. What? Are I crazy? Yah, sure, ya betcha. How else you gonna stay in shape in geezerhood if you don't kill yourself trying!

Today was lovely

So I stayed inside, lest the insideous yardwork beckon to me.

Once you start, you cannot stop.

Only the dead, die

So what goes around, comes upchuck.

Some people are now on blogger that used to be and then were not and there were/are.

Alas, I had forgotten who I wis, and my only blogger personalities were my wandering girls.

I'm sure some of you are dying for the update.

One is living alone in a remote town where it appears she was/is a succubus, and the town is empty, and she's getting ready to ride a bike to try to find civilization again.

Numero Two is just a free spirit with no brains and a lot of alcoholic input. Boring.

And the old timer 3 is preggers! and handling it pretty good for a scrawny neurotic.

Since I get about 1 hit per year here, if you need the link let me know.

Just comment: dude, i need a wife, set me up!

Eating my brains

For lunch I ate my brains.
I used a special mustard from the Mustard Museum (please support them).
They were delicious and I feel much smarter.

Tomatoes

We have ripe strawberries in the garden.
The tomatoes are starting to turn red.
The cat has shed 438 lbs of fur.
My apples are covered in plastic bags (to thwart apple maggots).
Summer is definitely here.

We're living on fruit and the occasional vegetable
in an effort to reduce fatness.

But summer requires ice cream.

The battle begins.

All the news that's print to be fit

something's going on on the older sister side, but nobody's told us!
Houston is underwater but nobody's told us!
The last uncle, Uncle Pee Wee died, and the priest was really old and
funny accidentally, and we got weirded out by the vets bar at the reception afterwards, so we took the starving kids and nieces out too lunch at a normal restaurant,
and ogled each other and ate too much.

the boy and his wife are moving to Seattle. Pray for us, Argentina!!!!

NOthing

the msdwelf is recovering nicely.
the peas are peeing.
the tomatoes are peeing.
the exotic lettuces are peeing.
I have enclosed most of the apples in
newspaper plastic bags in an effort to
reduce apple maggot maggotism.

We shall see.
The black vampire tomatoes are blooming.
This is very exciting.
I'm not growing garlic, will chives be effective?

Potato experiment

The peach tree is very sad this year. It has a disease.
So I put some antiweed cloth down underneath it,
and heaved a bunch of dirt and peat moss on it,
and threw in some potatoes.
Tomorrow for the third time, I shall heap
more earthiness upon them.

Will they really grow potatoes this year?
Out there unrestrained by rows.
What is truly amazing is that the cat or
the racoons haven't dug into them.

But what happens if I end up with peachatoes?

Potatoes with a pit.

Burundi Quilting Project

David Niyonzima arrived from Burundi. Since Ms. Dwelf was splotchily in capacitated, I picked him up at the airport and drove his very tired person to his crash place at the Haydens.

Sunday night we had a fund raising dessert buffet to raise money so
Ms. Dwelf can return to Burundi and continue teaching abused women
a trade, quilting. $3000! raised.

Totally awesome. Now she needs to get some grants!

Everyone is very very very excited. It's stuff like this
that helps stabilize Africa.

She, Ms. Dwelf, has also raized $2000 to help build an
entire building and supplies for a community in
east Congo (still a dangerous place).


When she was there she asked how much. They said $2000
for an entire structure, school and extra rooms. plus
all the accoutrments.

I get all teary eyed thinking about it. $2000 is nothing to Americans.
It's easy to help the world, even if it's just money.
But someone has to organize it.

Saint Ms. Dwelf. hmmm, may have to work on that.

Fun with itches

Mrs. Dwelf started getting itchy spots and puffinesses.
"Aronia berries in the juice!" she cried.
But a google of aronia and allergies produced nothing,
in fact aronia is highly recommended for allergic reactive people.

So I google mangoes. Mangoes, many people are allergic.
Went to the doctor, got Benadryl and drink lots of fluids.
We removed the mangoes but
days passed. But not too many.


Itchy itchy and puffy eyes and lips (free collagen injections!).
Splotches.

Monday morning, she calls the consulting nurse who says,
"Get your splotchy ass in here."


She goes to see Dr. KATO! Now we're talking! KATO!

Patricia Kato. Ah, Ms. Dwelf is Patricia. Now we're really talking.

Time passes. I read my book. Finally I'm called in.

Dr. Kato is 1) a babe, 2) really good.
What's the cause? Don't know but could be the blood pressure med, so stop that immediately and check your pressure frequently. Come in if it goes over 150/90.


Prednisone, steroid, should see results in 5 hours.
Ratgutsadine, does something with histamines and acid reflux.
Pifflegooberosine, antihistamine.
AND an EpiPen, just in case.
The doc says, if the throat swelling was new in the last 24 hours, I'd be very concerned, but since it's been around for a few days, eh, not to worry.

But we'll send you home with the epipen just in case.


So at least I ran through the test procedure for using this!
Someone else did not!


Six hours later, her face is almost normal.
She's complaining about new splotches, obviously a newbie to allergies. Sweety, it takes a couple days to flush your system and let the new drugs acclimate.


Meanwhile the last of her uncles is on his death bed, all the sons have come to Tacoma. Uncle Peewee from Alabama is quite a character. He should have smoked less, but still he made it to a pretty good old age.

All the aunties are still alive.

Life goes on.