*Warning* not meant for folks who are easily offended

You had to read it anyway, right?  snicker

I'm not sure why I thought of this, but this morning while brushing my teeth, I remembered my husband telling me about a marquee on what had been a local movie theater, which is no longer in business.  I moved to this area in January 2002, well, ok, actually it was between Christmas 2001 and New Year 2002; but at any rate, this incident happened before I moved here, in 2000.

There had been a small movie theater near the campus {Mississippi State~~go bulldogs!} which ended up going out of business shortly after a mega~complex set up on the other side of town.  But the writing had been on the wall, or marquee, prior to the closing of the three screen theater.  My husband found it so hilarious, he took a picture of the sign which listed which movies were now showing:

My Dog, Skip
Screwed
Eric Brockovich

I'm not sure how long that stayed up before there were enough complaints that management rearranged the sign.  I'm fairly certain they didn't go with "Eric Brockovich", "Screwed", "My Dog, Skip".  Yeah, that's the way we roll in Starkville, MS.

SooooOOOOooo not.

project status: about one~eighth

Sophie's Surgery

Our sweet Sophie is now mature enough at this point to have lady surgery.  So this morning, she visited the vet.  She's now home from her spayed procedure.  She's resting.

shshshshshshshshshshshsh....

She's resting.

next new project

These are hexagons, using the double crochet stitch.  I'm following a traditional quilt pattern, grandma's country garden.  It will feature sixteen flowers, with cornmeal centers, surrounded by six petals done in carrot.  The flowers will rest in a field of light sage.  All told, it will be hundreds of hexagons, each measures four and a half inches on the short~width and about five point to point.  The assembled afghan will be about six foot squared, then with trim {finished off}, it should be good for a nice sized bed, eh?

project status: all but done {just need to trim it}

he's a simple kind of man

and that's one of the many reasons I love him.  {many muhwahZ, baby!}

My husband will go to the casinos from time to time, so he receives various promo offers on a monthly basis.  A few weeks back, he reserved free tickets for us to see Lynyrd Skynyrd at the new arena at the Golden Moon casino.  The show was Saturday night.  It was awesome!

I haven't listened to them for awhile, so I'd forgotten how many songs of theirs I really did know.  So I was extra delighted when I recognized as many as I did.  "Simple Man", "Gimme Three Steps", "Gimme Back My Bullets", "Tuesdays Gone", "Don't Ask Me No Questions", "Saturday Night Special", "What's Your Name", "That Smell", "Travelin' Man", and {of course}, the ever popular "Sweet Home Alabama" and "Free Bird" were all featured.

They prove again that they don't just rock, they rule.

if i'm laying on it, it's mine

My husband just sent me a copy of these rules:

the dachshund property laws:
if i like it, its mine
if its in my mouth, its mine
if i had it a little while ago, its mine
if i want it back, its mine
if its mine, it must never be yours
if i can take it from you, its mine
if it even looks like mine, its mine
if i saw it first, its mine
if i can eat it, its mine
if you put it down, its mine
if i am chewing on it, all the pieces are mine
if its on the floor, its mine
if i don't want it anymore, its yours

This is the old mattress, with both air mattresses deflated.  As you can see, it is still damn big!  It sets a good foot plus off the floor.  And...it takes up our entire kitchen floor, which is a nice size room.  But, it's the only real option of places to put it for the night until the dude comes to get it.  I can't prop it against a wall somewhere, cuz with the deflated air mattresses, it lacks the firmness to set upright.

Sophie was climbing around on it.  Look!  A mountain!  In the Kitchen!  Look!

taking it to the mattresses

When I met my husband, my own mattress was a queen sized snuggle zone.  I love being able to sprawl and twist and turn and find the just right cozy spot.  When I moved it over to my husband's house, I set it up in one of the spare rooms, cuz we were using my husband's bed.

It's huge.  It's king sized, yes.  Put I practically have to pole~vault my way into it.  I say "into" because once I'm in it, I tend to sink a bit and then I have to struggle to get out.  It's one of those special sorts of beds where you have two air mattresses with lots of foam cushioning around them and it's all zipped into one king sized bag.  Well, the thing is, all that foam shifts around and then the two air mattresses sorta get all sloopy and we end up repositioning things.  Often.

Finally, my husband noticed one day that the zipper was coming apart and then the stuff was just sorta splitting wide and spilling out.  Then, he noticed that I struggle to get out of bed.  Then he noticed that he was struggling to get into bed.  And finally he said, "let's just get a new damn bed."  Well, I thought that sounded peachy.

So we now have a memory foam mattress from WalMart {yes, they have mattresses, my gawd, what does this store not have??} that was delivered today.  It came in a box, all compressed, rolled, folded, stapled, spindled, and mutilated.  No, not really.  It wasn't stapled.  Or mutilated.  But it was compressed, rolled, folded, and spindled.  Not many things are spindled anymore.  Ok, so it wasn't spindled either.

But after we pulled it out of the box, split the outer fibrous bag, unrolled, unfolded, and then removed the inner plastic bag, well then our king sized mattress just sorta puffed up from the severe compression packing techniques into a magical glorious bed {cue the angelic choir of ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhs}.  It sets on top the boxed springs we had on the other bed, all eight inches of memory foam.

Which is about two feet shorter than the mattress we just removed. Yes, I said, "two feet".  And on this, I shit you not, my friends.

I'm looking forward to getting out of bed with some ease {hopefully}, instead of flopping myself over to the edge and then slithering my hips over the edge until my feet touch the floor.  I'm not a short woman, not at all.  But the bed had been sitting right at my belly~button height.  That's friggin high for a bed!

I'll let ya know how it goes with this new bed.  New height.  New material {memory foam, dudes!}.  And this new bed?  It sits low enough that the lil chiweenie, Sophie, can hop up onto it with ease.  {oh, by the way, Sophie is now eleven pounds at five months}

Progress?

A little over two weeks ago, I started to work on this afghan.  Pictured here are ten of the fourteen rows the afghan will be.  I'm still making the granny~squares to complete the last four rows.  So far, I've completed 150 of the 196 squares needed.  After all the rows are connected, then I will replace the thread with yarn to connect the squares in the columns.  It'll be easier to see and understand after the entire piece is completed, I promise! 

This past week, I've been slower than usual, due to having my wisdom teeth removed.  Apparently, the speed of healing is pretty fast, which means that the itching of healing tissue is driving me insane!  But I'm glad that my mouth is healing so nicely and know that this too shall pass.

too smart for my own good

Well, today I had my wisdom teeth removed.  That IV drip to sedate me worked wonders, perhaps too well, as now I've been kinda groggy, even after a nap.  The multiple local shots are slow to wear off, I still can't move my lower lip and it feels all rubbery, but my tongue is now tingly instead of an immovable slug.  And the prescription meds hopefully will do their job once all this other stuff wears off.  I've reread the care instruction sheet multiple times cuz my retention rate at the moment is not so good.  We got lots of puddings, some soups, and smooth ice cream and sherberts.  I tried to have some pudding when I first got home and it was about as effective as feeding a squirming two month old, since I couldn't feel my lower lip or tongue, I'd do that "up against the upper lip motion" to empty the spoon, and then check the corners of my mouth and lower lip for spillage.  Yes, I am that much fun!!