Why Dinosaurs are Extinct

Here is Maggie.

Maggie is an almost three-year-old, unassuming Old English Sheepdog. Happy with life, a butt wiggler since she has no tail, i.e. bobtail.

Here is an innocent purple dinosaur, unaware of what is about to happen. Notice the tag. The tag reads, "with chew guard technology". *snort* See the top of Maggie's head behind the dino head? Yes, she was eagerly waiting to rend the critter into pieces.

Narf, num-num-num.

In less than three minutes, a breach has happened.

Ten minutes later, the annoying squeaker has been located and removed.

Over the next few hours, guts have been removed through the tiny back hole. Also stuffing from two of its legs. Yes, those are two different pictures.

I don't think the dinosaur tasted as good as the dragon did.

Later, Peeps!

Painted Nails

Today the kidlet will go back to school, the hubs will go back to work, and I will start a new story.

And with a new story, one must have new fingernail polish, right?

Sometime over the holidays, my daughter had the polish on the floor of her play room. This is a 'normal' bottle of polish.

This is a bottle of polish after the almost three year old 'puppy' thought it was a chew toy for her.

See the difference?

 

Yeah, I'm just glad she didn't 1) manage to get the lid off, 2) break the glass, 3) swallow the darn thing, 4)spill polish everywhere!

 

Talk about a doofus dog, geez. And you might actually think Old English Sheepdogs might be smart, but you'd be wrong on so many levels!

 

Anyway, I painted my nails.

 

Poor little things have been a stubby mess since I went with the kidlet to get gel manicures right before her birthday. It might have had something to do with my peeling the gel OFF my nail instead of paying $5 to have it removed, or the cold weather which makes my nails brittle anyway. Whatever.

So I decided to use my pinkie's as an accessory statement . . . at least the newspaper said that nail polish was now considered an accessory like jewelry or whatever. So I painted my pinkie fingers green and blue, respectively.

 

Just because I could.

 

Believe it or not, my hands are actually considered small, though they look old, rough, and workworn . .  .and I have a busted middle finger on the bottom hand. Kiddies--this is why you ALWAYS drop your reins when you jump a fence and your horse doesn't! Actually, it was a water element (known as a liverpool), but still! The reins twisted around the end of my middle finger. I never had it x-rayed, but it was swollen and hurt like the devil for about six weeks and then developed a knot along the joint. I have full mobility, so I'm guessing it was a just a 'greenstick' fracture--a crack, but not a full break.

 

Anyway, back to doofus dog, despite her ability to fart constantly, chew and eat everything in sight. This next picture is why I love my doofus dog, Maggie . . . yes, we share a name, scary, huh? 

Later, Peeps!

 

Sorry about the picture placements, but Blogger in it's infinite wisdom has made it difficult to upload images from my computer. I have to switch to HTML, blah, blah, blah and then do a couple of handsprings to get it to work. 

Returning to Reality

Christmas is all wrapped up--literally. All my Christmas stuff is lovingly packed away and shoved into the tiny crawl space we call an attic. It took me longer to pack everything than it did to unpack. I dusted everything, mended broken items and shattered a couple more, and cleaned the seriously tarnished silver ornaments. No, I didn't think about cleaning them BEFORE I hung them up--remember, I have 'help' hanging the Christmas stuff and I didn't have a chance to even look at the ornaments before they were whisked away and hung on the tree.

Our household is reverting back to normal.

And today is the last day of vacation. Yes, I'm secretly doing the Snoopy dance at the thought of the big/little kid going back to work/school tomorrow. I can settle down in the quiet and start editing TROLL. My goal is to have it finished by the end of January.

Routine is my friend.

The fridge has enough food to last two weeks. I won't even need to cook!

I managed to finish off my Haribo gummi bears yesterday, so they won't tempt me while I try to get back on my weight loss track.

My goals are written and posted. And I even managed to start and finish one of my friend's books on my Kindle yesterday. It was a cozy mystery. It was okay. I figured it out from the get-go, but as a debut book it was a fun read.

I'll leave you with this picture of what has been the norm around my house this week. The children are playing Rayman on the Wii. They are really enjoying it. I think it ranks up there with Mario Galaxy 1 & 2.

Yes, the hubby has an animal pelt warming his legs . . . Her name is Maggie.  :-P

Later, Peeps!