Specifically this issue is for #3 son-in-law who whined that-
1.) the blog is too long...um not possible slacker
and
2.) There aren't any pictures. Um this is a picture
And thanks for the asparagus Farmer Boy, it was derishes with Parmesan and oil roasted in the oven. yum
Sorry there aren't any pictures of that, food pix bug me as I have stated on Face Book. Not that anyone paid any attention.
Hi There! How was your Easter? The bald guy at the grocery store had his head painted like an Easter egg. It seems he's had it done for the past eight years running. What happened at your market?
We have a week more of rain to look forward to starting tomorrow, joy. We're heading off to Fresno (again) on Thursday night and so far the forecast is for rain on Friday and sunny rain on Saturday. I say sunny rain because that's what it looks like on the weather app on my phone. Who is the person who designs the whatever they're called pictures for apps anyway? I have a hard time believing, "Hey! That's a GREAT picture! Let's use it for sunny rain. You go nerd!"
I read other peoples blogs over the weekend. You know who you are, that interview with Ollie Townends brain monkey slayed me. You may find it on Eventing Nation.
That picture creeps me out. Strangely, the eyebrows look those of one of my cousins and he's not even a serial killer that we know of.
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Happy Birthday Sue! I left you a message on FB. So, Sue, your horse is a rock star! yeah you! and Linda? what can I say? I am honored your horse friended me on FB! You non horsie types? yes, we really talk like this. sorry. If it makes you feel any better my #$%^&* dawgs have Face Book or rather dog book pages. Yeah, well? Here's a picture of the dawgs. They look guilty because they are guilty. This picture is titled "Dawgs and a dead flower" Pretty snazzy eh? It could also be entitled "You've stolen my soul" except their souls are black and mostly rotted, really not worth stealing. :-)I figured out Pinterest yesterday. And because it's annoying I've started following other peoples Pinterest pages. Basically what Pinterest is is a virtual pin board (bored) where you "pin" stuff you find whilst screwing around on the Internet or whilst stalking other peoples Pinterest boards. Once you have happened upon an image of something you like or are intrigued by, then you can "pin" or "repin" the images on your own board (bored). If you're as clever as I, you can have many boards. Mine are labeled Horse Stuff, House Stuff, Family Stuff, Weird Stuff, Clothes Stuff, Hair Stuff and it's mostly all either lovely or strange...or both. Mostly both. Lots of really cool people are following me. Are you? What does that mean?
Chicken and Dumplings for dinner. Really? Delicious. Comforting. Homie. lol Dying to say that all day.
"Words With Friends" has taken over my life. I have about eight or nine games going right now. I'm not clever. I just throw letters at the board with the fervent hope that they will make a word that is acceptable and also hope to hit bonus squares. It is the secret to my success. I get beat all the time. BTW Satan and bitched were not accepted. WTF but neither was wrad which would have scored a lot of points but there you go.
So, in an effort to be frugal and other stupid stuff, I went to a stylist for a haircut based solely on the recommendation of some woman who was in front of me in line at the market. Her hair looked awesome. So I said, "Um excuse me, your hair looks terrific. Do you mind telling me who cuts it?" and she smiled a little condescendingly and said, "I geet eet cut by Errrrrasmosssss." and I said, "what?" and she rolled her eyes and said "Errrrrasmosss, I ave been having eet cut by heem forrrr pipteen yearrrrs. I don' eben tell heeem what to do any more." and another smile. Somewhat intimidated by now, I may too have rolled my eyes and said, "is he/she/it local?" and she said "hee iz the best stylist in the world" or something like that. So I wound up the conversation by axing if she had his number and she did and she gave it to me and I called and made an appointment. Let me just cut (ha ha gittit?) to the chase. I went, we discussed Mexico, the fact that the lady in the store was from Puerto Rico, and that he'd never even sat on a horse. What ever. So the whole time he wasss cutting away and I was, as usual, scrupulously not paying attention to the snipping of hairs and finally I was cut, blown dry and out the door and my hair looked if not great, then certainly good enough. That is till I tried my own personal magic wherein I washed and styled it myself and discovered to my horror that what I really had was a combination mullet and Moe from the 3-stooges style. I am not happy. Now what this really means is that I have to call Tiffany, who has "done" my hair for over five years and whom I should never, ever, ever forsake. And I shall have to grovel until she agrees to fix this mess and take poetic license of her own bend to repair the damage. She will spend a good deal of time not telling me what an unfaithful b**** I am but making that point unnervingly plain. Let this be a lesson to all y'all. Don't piss your hair stylist off. Don't tread in unfamiliar waters. Be true. I'm the one in the hat till she agrees to see me and she may make me wait a while just to make her point crystal clear. I'm sad.Another chapter down the tubes. Do as I say not as I do. That will always be the best course.
Cheers,
Squidgy
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