Here's to hoping you get everything you could ever want in the new year!
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
While I think it's fun to look at one's horoscope, I'm a realist and don't believe that someone sitting in an office somewhere, studying star charts and making vague predictions could possible be able to tell me with any kind of accuracy what's in store for me on any given day.
That's just not how I roll.
But it's still fun. Call it a guilty pleasure. A secret guilty pleasure (that's not so secret anymore). I do look at them. I do read them. I do go back a day and see if yesterday's was the least bit correct at all.
So this evening I see on Yahoo that they've released 2010's Horoscopes. I'm a Virgo, thank you very much:
In corresponding order, my response to each of these 10 reasons:
10. I'm not as critical as you might think, although the title to the left should really read "Top 10 Reasons You're A Virgo" to be grammatically correct.
9. I always thought my motto was "Whatever hits the fan will not be distributed evenly."
8. Obviously vehicles are exempt from the Virgo "neat and clean" requirement.
7. I'm so worried about the baggage retrieval system they've got at Heathrow.
6. What a lovely way to say that. Usually I'm just a nit-picky B~!
5. Thanks, Folks. I'll be here all week. Try the Veal.
4. Huh? What does astrology have to do with the bowels? It's not asstrology!
3. Not applicable. *snifle*
2. I don't know how many times I have to say this, but just because I have to turn the lights on 14 times when I enter a room or the oceans will dry up does not mean I have OCD (and it's OBSESSIVE-compulsive, not excessive--I should know).
1. Well, yeah!!!
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
I'll leave number 10 open for the future. There always has to be room for possibilities :)
Monday, December 28, 2009
I'm not complaining, though. We'll be at the Crowne Plaza--a place I otherwise would never get to stay at, so it should be a fun little break from the everyday.
First of all, Sophie needs her shots all brought up-to-date.
JJ also really gets into his feed.
Speaking of all set, Eddie will be home soon after I'm home from my business trip!!!
Sunday, December 27, 2009
The day after Christmas my friend Jennifer wanted to meet up for dinner. Earlier we had recalled fondly the days of playing pool at Charlie's Pizza Taco and writing on the graffiti wall.
OK, before going on, I probably need to explain exactly what a "pizza taco" is. First, it's not a taco pizza. It's a pizza taco.
It's sausage, hot sauce, mozzarella cheese and lettuce wrapped up like a giant taco. It's a Pratt original and oh...so....good.
Unfortunately Charlie had tons of orders backed up, so we didn't end up eating there, but before we left we did have to find our names on the wall.
There's Jennifer's! No one dared write over the "Krusemark." Her family is like the mafia in Pratt. Her dad is the Don.
Or not.... But her dad is named Don. Hmm....maybe there really is a connection there? I might have to discuss this with Jennifer a little more in depth!
In the meantime, there's my scrawling signature in red!
Jessie McCandless '94
Apparently being the friend of the local mafia family doesn't afford me as much protection as I'd like. My name has been written over quite a bit over the years....
But my protection is on the way! In her scooter-cart thingy!
Stay off the sidewalks!! Jennifer finally got her license!
There was a sobering moment, though, when we saw Jason Befort's signature up on the wall.
Jason graduated in the class before Jennifer and I. He was brutally murdered in Wichita a few years ago. It was so sad. To read about the terrible story, click here.
Jennifer and I wondered aloud for a moment how many names on the wall would never see their owners again. We stood in silence a while, contemplating the passage of time....
Since Charlie had an extremely (and atypical) long wait, we made our way down to Woody's.
Woody's has been a Pratt favorite ever since I can remember. My earliest recollections of Woody's was waiting out in the car for Dad to go in and get cheeseburgers for the whole family. Since that time, they've turned the once shady bar into more of a family-friendly place.
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
I thought it would be an adorable way to send our holiday wishes.
Sophie didn't quite agree.
What did I DO to deserve this humiliation?!
Oh, alright. How's this?
You're awfully demanding. How about a profile shot?
This is boring me.
Just take the picture already.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
I'm afraid this is going to be one of those really boring posts that just lists what went on, without any pictures or anything.
I guess I needed to have at least one photo. That's your gratuitous Sophie picture for the week. You can thank me later.
I tell you what, though, you never know that anyone misses ya until your gone! I was happy to hear that these random musings were actually read once in a while. I guess I'd better straighten my britches up and get on it. Problem is I need to install my personal computer so I can actually download my pictures.
And boy, do I have some pictures. I'll see what I can do for tomorrow!
In the meantime, the top ten things that happened over the course of this last week:
10. My truck gauges mysteriously started working again. I guess it needed three weeks of rest. Do trucks need to rest? Apparently mine does.
9. There's a slight chance I might be related to Christopher McCandless, the guy who went off into the Alaskan wilderness and died of starvation. Somehow I don't think you're too surprised--you know us crazy McCandlesses.
8. I drove 10 hours for a 2 hour meeting yesterday, but it was actually sort of fun. Somehow driving 10 hours once in a while isn't so bad when I'm not driving 100 miles a day anymore!
7. Paula has two things in common with an elephant. (1) She's gray and (2) she never forgets. I rode her on Sunday and it had been at least a month since our last ride and we just pick up after our last lesson--never have to review a thing. I adore her.
6. JJ got cast in his pen. Luckily I was outside and saw him so I calmly rushed over to help free him. The silly rabbit nickered at me when I came into his pen like "Excuse me--a little help here!" He calmly waited while Darlene's husband put a rope around his back feet and we flipped him over. He could have really messed himself up in the fence had he panicked. He's such a good goober.
5. Charlie still feels like a pup thanks to his meds. Metacam rocks!
4. I learned that while I have many talents, installing a door isn't one of them.
3. I became hooked on the 1970's series Soap. Its dorkiness parellels my life all too well.
2. My friends and I are starting to become telepathic. I'll think about calling Jennifer and she texts me. I send an email off to Darlene and there's one waiting in my inbox from her. It's too bad we can't use these powers for good instead of evil.
1. When I was born, my mom shared a room with a lady who had a son on the same day. That lady contacted me this week and she's Eddie's sire's last owner's (Kristi's) stepmom (got that?). Sadly her son died when he was only 3 days old. If he had been a girl, his name would have been Jessie, too. I can't even begin to explain the kind of emotions that surface when I really think about all of this, but I do want to say thank you to Jean for your incredibly kind words and for getting in touch with me. If anyone doubts this isn't a small world then your kidding yourself....
Which leads me to a point. This is such a very small world--you never know who you're going to run into or what might come full circle one day, so this Christmas (or Hanukkah or Kwanza or Winter Solstice) do something nice for someone you don't know. Hold a door open, let someone in in traffic in front of you, or speak friendly to a busy cashier. Just try to do one extra little act of kindness and you never know when it might come full circle.
Monday, December 14, 2009
Her name is Stupid.
She's my dad's farm dog--a medium-sized lab-like mut, about 11 or 12 years old, and has lived her whole life with him there on the farm.
I couldn't get a very good picture of Stupid. She was very busy this day.
Lots of moles to find and squirrels to chase.
Stupid has been my Dad's dog for the past decade (and maybe a little more). The very sad fact is that she's the only dog that has ever been dropped off at Dad's house that hasn't been hit on the highway.
Friday, December 11, 2009
I had hoped once I tore the rest of the paneling off, that there would be more surprises, but these three, small, items were my only retro finds.
This one shows some of the native boats on Lake Titicaca.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Actually it's a picture of Sophie snoozing on my jacket in the corner while I'm tearing away the paneling and closet, but you can see some of the work done behind her.
Here's a closer look.
This was all in one room. There are 3 or 4 layers of wallpaper behind the paneling, which was put up in the late 60's, we believe. The wallpaper above is one of the very oldest layers.
Here is the top border for what I think is the oldest layer. It's very artistic: the scrolling, pastel colors (or is this the faded remnants of an even brighter color?), and the almost modern look to the flowers.