Did Someone Say Get Me Out Of Here?

My work schedule has been grueling and I was supposed to work through this weekend as well. BUT. That has been postponed. The Wonderful SeaMonkey surprised me the other day by saying that to celebrate our 27th! Anniversary he is taking me to my favorite place! For 5 Days! And the high will only be in the thirties for a couple of those days! There is a chance of snow flurries but he said he can't guarantee there will be snow. I said, That's fine as long as it's cold and I'm Not Here.

We have had a warm winter and summer is barreling down on me like a locomotive transporting coconut scented suntan lotion and inadequate deodorant. If you've been around long enough you know what that thought does to me. So for all of you currently stuck in frigid temperatures and buried in snow who are asking yourselves, Is this woman a lunatic?  The answer is Yes. Yes. I . Am.

And a very happy one.

As always I wanted to make sure you all knew I was leaving because I know that otherwise you would all be sitting at home worrying about where I was ; )
I'm in the mountains. ok?

have I ever mentioned that it snowed in Florida in March the day I got married? Of course I have : )
How appropriate.

In light of the Full Snow Moon, for the time being I will leave these questions behind;

Will Middlest behave herself like a mature young adult and stay home and take care of things? Or will she become intoxicated and allow total strangers into my home while we're gone?

Will Littlest call if Middlest misbehaves and disrupt my serenity? Or will she reprise a previous role and put Middlest in a headlock and lock her in a shed so she can't get away?

And last but not least will Biggest find anything more beautiful than this to share?


Moon Music Courtesy of Biggest.

I think not.

A translation in the YouTube comments says the words are these:
English lyrics: Don’t be disheartened Neria. God is with you. May your heart be strong , be strong. God is with you. Death is jealous. It separates those in love. Don’t be disheartened my sister. God is with you. Don’t be disheartened Neria. God is with you. Work hard Neria. God is with you. Neria. Neria, ooooh. Don’t be disheartened Neria. God is with you. Don’t be disheartened Neria. God is with you. Work hard Neria. God is with you.

I certainly hope so. Nah. I know : )



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But..but..surely they hang on my every word.

Did you know I am an ignorant and inexperienced parent who does not realize that my techniques are doing the opposite of what I wish to accomplish?


ha... haha...hahaha Hahahahahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahhahahahahahhahahaha!

SNORT!

I'm not even going to explain this. Just laugh along with me.




Sometimes I do lose track of who I am.

I am Mom of the Perpetually Grounded.

bring.it.on.dude.

I've chewed up, spit out and chased off scarier than you while filing my nails.

Though some people, who obviously know nothing about me, may think otherwise, in my 26 years as a parent, which I believe is longer than this person has been alive, I have learned you can only try to prevent gullible dumbass and point out that it is being manipulated but you certainly can't stop it when it is a legal adult. However you can control your own environment.

All it takes is two little words. And around here if you are past 18 those words Are Not
'You're Grounded'.



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The Guard

He's been guarding his family and his house for twelve years.

Standing sentinel where he has a full scale view to warn off unsavory characters riding bikes and of all things, walking other dogs past his establishment.

He was once formidable.

Head held high. Barrel chest proud. If he slipped the gate and decided to take a stroll  I was immediately besieged by calls from panicked neighbors letting me know the Guard was patrolling beyond his designated area.

What they never saw was him letting 'his kitties' rub all over him and lay with him. He still cleans them. Or him doing the Hokey Pokey with me. Because he really could.

He's getting scraggly. His fur thinning and patchy. His ears falling.

He is deaf as a post. You have to stand in front of him and use sign language to let him know it's time for dinner.

He is becoming senile and sometimes wanders around licking the floor...and occasionally the furniture.

His back end has become brittle and frail. Wobbly. His rear legs weaving precariously back and forth.  He rarely shows pain. He can still make the stairs. Just slowly. He still will give a good tussle a go with his little buddy. Who now outweighs him by 60 pounds. But he just plants his front legs firm and bites at the feet of the wildly jumping young dog bouncing around him. He never gives ground. He always wins.

But it's true that standing and sitting are short lived .
His spindly old legs can bear his weight only so long.

He gets tired.

But he never

Never.

Abandons his post.























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