"Wow, Zane! That's a really great picture. What is it?"
"It's a picture of YOU, Mama." Said in "THAT" tone of voice. There was no eye roll, however.
I don't know where he gets that sarcasm...*rolls eyes*
Last Saturday, the people across the drainage ditch from us held a party, and they irritated me. I don't mind festive get-togethers happening around me. I myself have hosted a few festive get-togethers, and at least one hootenanny. The party isn't the problem. What I do mind is festive get-togethers in residential neighborhoods where the people hosting the parties show disregard for their neighbors by a)playing music too loud; b)playing music too loud after 10pm; c)playing music too loud after midnight. If my dog is afraid to go out into the back yard to piddle, the music is too loud. If I can stand in my child's room and feel the thump of the bass, the music is too loud. If I can sit in my computer room, with four computers on, and still hear the music, THE MUSIC IS TOO LOUD.
Oh my goodness. Did that sound like my mother? That totally sounded like my mother to me. Holy cow. I may have to sit down. All those years promising myself that I wouldn't become my mother, and now I'm talking like her. The next thing you know, I'll be yelling at the neighbor kids to get off my lawn.
Maisy the puppy is a black Lab mix, but we're not sure what the heck she's mixed with. I am having fun trying to figure it out. Lab genes are apparently quite dominant, so she mostly looks like a Lab. Now that she's grown a bit, we are starting to see some other characteristics. Her hindquarters look hound-ish, but she's got some German Shepherd coloring on her legs. And then last night I was looking at her and for some reason Border Collie came to mind. If so, that's good. I like smart dogs, and Border Collies are some of the smartest. Plus, they can herd; Maisy has been herding up the cats in the back yard, but I'd like her to start herding Zane. What was that dog's name in Peter Pan, the one who 'babysat' the children? Think she'd be available?
We've been watching that show on BBC America, Wild Things with Dominic Monaghan. They've only shown two episodes so far, but Zane loves them. It's a bit cheesy, but Dominic heads into a country looking for a particular insect. He samples the local cuisine, explores the markets, and talks to people. Then he heads into caves, rice paddies, crocodile-infested lakes, etc., to find some pretty interesting bugs. Zane loves the bugs, of course. He has a little dictionary of insects, and so he likes learning about them. He really loves Monster Bug Wars, but it doesn't look like it's on anymore, so we have been making do with old episodes on YouTube.
Last week I finally got tired of feeling terrible and talking like Harvey Fierstein, so I went to the nearest "Doc-in-the-Box". I walked in, paid my co-pay, saw a doc, got a prescription for my various ailments, and walked out in under twenty minutes. Granted, it wasn't like that time I showed up with supraventricular tachycardia and freaked everyone completely out, but it was a pleasant enough visit. I feel a lot better, although my voice is still not back completely. I may have to bite the bullet on that one and go see an ENT. I haven't, because I'm afraid he'll tell me that I have nodes on my vocal cords and that I'm doomed to never hit a perfect high C again. I'll have to learn to sing alto all over again! I know that in the grand plan, that's not really that terrible, but I really loved that high C. It cleans your sinuses right out.
While we're impatiently waiting for The Walking Dead to start back up, I watched The Expendables. Yes, I confess--I like explosions and fighting and completely outrageous stunts in my movies. But I'll watch just about anything with Bruce Willis in it, and the movie was free with Amazon Prime. The Expendables is your typical action movie, it was an enjoyable way to pass some time, and I thought that Arnold's cameo was cute. Two questions: What the heck happened to Dolph Lundgren? He did NOT age well. He looked, as they say, "rode hard and put away wet." Yikes. And have Sylvester Stallone's eyebrows always been that pointy? I don't recall them being THAT pointy. It's like he drew them on, and Sly wouldn't do that! Or would he? I'm pretty sure that he waxes his chest hair--why not do his eyebrows?
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