Saturday, January 30, 2010

It's Beautiful

I can't help myself. This snow is so pretty I have to post photos. That's what happens when a southern girl gets plunked down somewhere north of home. I'm enamored of weather in general, but snow is hands down my favorite.

Today, the day after the storm



Yesterday, as it was happening






Sand or snow? Give me snow! Even churned up snow.





I especially love postcard pretty days like today in Tulsa



The babies are happy to be snug and warm in the house



Until I write again ...

Flea

Friday, January 29, 2010

Ice Ice Baby

It is the COOLEST thing. Ice. I squishy heart ice. We have ice! In Tulsa!

And snow. The snow's just starting to come down. Beautiful.

I know y'all want pictures. I took some. No snow photos yet, but Mr. Rebel was in a good mood and snapped some ice shots for y'all. Lookit!

Flaco is cold


No. No I haven't taken in the Christmas decor. You got a problem with that?


My gnome - protecting the garden from marauders


Even weeds are pretty when covered in ice


My neighbor's tree - lots of damage a couple of years ago, but it's been trimmed up and is ready to handle the weather


Objects in this mirror look very blurry, too


Poor Colonel Corn Wallace. He's cold. It doesn't seem to effect his appetite, though.


I took this photo for Red Rocks. He was mightily impressed with the length of the icicles.



Fred and Bessie's Zen garden's a little frozen at the moment


The thyme should come back nicely


SOMEBODY didn't cover the grill the last time they used it


This poor tomato has seen better days


Until I write again ...

Flea

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Storms and LEGOS

Hello Bloggy Peeps! I want to let you all know in advance that we, here in Tulsa, Oklahoma, have a ferocious ice storm heading our way. It should arrive tomorrow. So if you don't hear from me prior to Monday (Funny Bone Monday is already set to go!), then send in the Saint Bernards with their flasks! I've always wanted a Saint Bernard. And a flask.

How many of you out there in bloggy land own an iPhone? Raise your hands. Get 'em up there! I see you. For those of you who don't, what the heck are you waiting for? For those of you who do, why on earth didn't you tell me before about the LEGO Photo app? Omigoodness! I am having SO much fun with this! Lookit! Lookit! See? That's a LEGO Good Flea!


And that there is a LEGO Hunny, kinda grouchy. Poor baby.


The crazy LEGO Red Rocks.


LEGO Oatmeal Head.


My friend, LEGO Jen!


My other friend, LEGO Jeff!


Y'all, there are 15 more of these so far. I've had so much fun playing with this app! It's free! You iPhone people, GIT IT! NOW! IT'S SO MUCH FUN!

Okay. Breathe. I'm done.

Until I write again ... which may not be awhile because I may DIE OF FROSTBITE AND STARVATION ...

Flea

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Stupid Martha Stewart

I'm an idiot. Learn from me.

Y'all know those neck warmers I make, the ones filled with seeds and essential peppermint oil? These?


I came across directions for some scrumptious little hand warmers in an old issue of a Martha Stewart magazine someone gave me and thought, "Oo! This solves all my problems!" The problems being that every warmer I make smells funky after a few uses, regardless of the seed I use or the type of scent. Ew.

Martha's warmers use ceramic pie weights as the filler. I went out yesterday, after calling all over town to find them, and bought a package of ceramic pie weights. Very pretty things. Nice weight to them. Seem to be perfect for what I need them for.

As soon as I got home, I made a couple of little hand warmers for my Hunny (he helps direct traffic at church on Sunday mornings), then made myself a neck warmer. Mmm. I was looking forward to using it RIGHT THEN. So I heated it. And heated it. Two minutes seemed about right. Made it with my usual flannel.

After about 40 minutes I thought maybe I hadn't heated it enough the first time, since the beads were cold and they were supposed to hold the heat, being ceramic and all. So I heated it again.

Less than two minutes in, I walk into the kitchen and smell something burning. The stench is horrid. I started fans going and a candle burning. Lookit:


Ceramic beads are clearly not the answer to all my problems. Dang it. Back to the old drawing board.

Until I write again ...

Flea

Monday, January 25, 2010

Funny Bone Monday

Happy Funny Bone Monday! Sorry I'm late, y'all. Today's topic is cars, in honor of my spending so much freakin' time in one this weekend. Enjoy!

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A car speeding down the highway loses control, goes through a guard rail, rolls down a cliff, bounces off a tree, lands upside down and finally stops, wheels spinning in the air, smoke and steam pouring out from under the hood.
A passing motorist, who witnessed the entire accident, helps the miraculously unharmed driver out of the wreck. "Good Lord Mister, he gasps, are you drunk?"
"Of course!," says the man, brushing the dirt from his suit. "What the hell do you think I am? A stunt driver or something?"

Submitted by YingHouse

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I drive way too fast to worry about cholesterol.

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You never really learn to swear until you learn to drive.

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Farmer Joe decided his injuries from the accident were serious enough to take the trucking company responsible for the accident to court. In court the trucking company's fancy lawyer was questioning farmer Joe.


"Didn't you say, at the scene of the accident, 'I'm fine,'?" asked the lawyer. Farmer Joe responded, "Well, I'll tell you what happened. I had just loaded my favorite mule Bessie into the..."


"I didn't ask for any details," the lawyer interrupted, "just answer the question. Did you not say, at the scene of the accident, 'I'm fine'?".


Farmer Joe said, "Well, I had just got Bessie into the trailer and I was driving down the road..."


The lawyer interrupted again and said, "Judge, I am trying to establish the fact that, at the scene of the accident, this man told the Highway Patrolman on the scene that he was fine. Now several weeks after the accident he is trying to sue my client. I believe he is a fraud. Please tell him to simply answer the question."


By this time the Judge was fairly interested in Farmer Joe's answer and said to the lawyer, "I'd like to hear what he has to say."


Joe thanked the Judge and proceeded, "Well, as I was saying, I had just loaded Bessie into the trailer and was driving her down the highway when this huge semi-truck and trailer ran the stop sign and smacked my truck right in the side. I was thrown into one ditch and Bessie was thrown into the other. I was hurting real bad and didn't want to move. However, I could hear ol' Bessie moaning and groaning. I knew she was in terrible shape just by her groans. "Shortly after the accident, a Highway Patrolman came on the scene. He could hear Bessie moaning and groaning so he went over to her. After he looked at her, he took out his gun and shot her between the eyes.


"Then the Patrolman came across the road with his gun in his hand and looked at me. He said, 'Your mule was in such bad shape I had to shoot her.'


"Then he said, 'How are YOU feeling?'"

Submitted by Bubba

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When I went to get my driver's license renewed, our local motor vehicle bureau was packed. The line inched along for almost an hour until the man ahead of me finally got his license. He inspected his photo for a moment and commented to the clerk, "I was standing in line so long, I ended up looking pretty grouchy in this picture."


The woman beside him peered over his shoulder, then reassured him, "It's okay. That's how you're going to look when the cops pull you over anyway."

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How To Identify Where A Driver Is From

  • One hand on wheel, one hand on horn: Chicago
  • One hand on wheel, one finger out window: New York
  • One hand on wheel, one hand on newspaper, foot solidly on accelerator: Boston
  • One hand on wheel, cradling cell phone, brick on accelerator: California. With gun in lap: Riverside
  • Both hands on wheel, eyes shut, both feet on brake, quivering in terror: Ohio, but driving in California.
  • Both hands in air, gesturing, both feet on accelerator, head turned to talk to someone in back seat: Italy
  • One hand on latte, one knee on wheel, cradling cell phone, foot on brake, mind on game: Seattle
  • One hand on wheel, one hand on hunting rifle, alternating between both feet being on the accelerator and both on the brake, throwing a McDonalds bag out the window: Texas city male
  • One hand constantly refocusing the rearview mirror to show different angles of the BIG hair, one hand going between mousse, brush, and rattail to keep the helmet hair going, both feet on the accelerator, poodle steering the car, chrome .38 revolver with mother of pearl inlaid handle in the glove compartment: Texas female
  • Four wheel drive pickup truck, shotgun mounted in rear window, beer cans on floor, squirrel tails attached to antenna, cousin/spouse in passenger seat: Arkansas
  • Two hands gripping wheel, blue hair barely visible above window level, driving 35 on the interstate in the left lane with the left blinker on: Florida.

Submitted by ARareJewelnLA

There are more where these came from if you head to Butler Webs!

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The longest journey begins with a single step, not with a turn of the ignition key. ~ Edward Abbey.

In less enlightened times, the best way to impress women was to own a hot car. But women wised up and realized it was better to buy their own hot cars so they wouldn't have to ride around with jerks. ~ Scott Adams.

I have bad reflexes. I was once run over by a car being pushed by two guys. ~ Woody Allen.

The shortest distance between two points is under construction. ~ Noelie Altito.

If everything seems under control, you're just not going fast enough. ~ Mario Andretti.

A tree never hits an automobile except in self defense. ~ American Proverb.

That the automobile has practically reached the limit of its development is suggested by the fact that during the past year no improvements of a radical nature have been introduced. ~ Scientific American, June 2, 1909. [This one is right up there with the former chairman of IBM saying that the world would only need two or three computers at most.].

Is fuel efficiency really what we need most desperately? I say that what we really need is a car that can be shot when it breaks down. ~ Russell Baker. [Just don't tell PETA - People for the Ethical Treatment of Automobiles].

I want a pit crew... I hate the procedure I currently have to go through when I have car problems. ~ Dave Barry.

Auto racing is boring except when a car is going at least 172 miles per hour upside down. ~ Dave Barry.

The one thing that unites all human beings, regardless of age, gender, religion, economic status or ethnic background, is that, deep down inside, we ALL believe that we are above average drivers. ~ Dave Barry, "Things That It Took Me 50 Years to Learn".

Life is too short for traffic. ~ Dan Bellack.

If you think Abraham Lincoln became famous for inventing the town car, it is time to spend a few hours on history. ~ Bo Bennett.

A man is hit by a car while crossing a Beverly Hills street. A woman rushes to him and cradles his head in her lap, asking, "Are you comfortable?" The man answers, "I make a nice living." ~ Milton Berle.

Never lend your car to anyone to whom you have given birth. ~ Erma Bombeck.

I'm trying very hard to understand this generation. They have adjusted the timetable for childbearing so that menopause and teaching a sixteen-year-old how to drive a car will occur in the same week. ~ Erma Bombeck.

Marriage has no guarantees. If that's what you're looking for, go live with a car battery. ~ Erma Bombeck.

Never have more children than you have car windows. ~ Erma Bombeck.

Onion rings in the car cushions do not improve with time. ~ Erma Bombeck.

These were fun. I found then at a hot rod site.

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WORST CARS OF THE MILLENNIUM...as voted by NPR's Car Talk:

The Yugo: "At least it had heated rear windows so your hands could stay warm while you pushed."

Daihatsu Charade: "It was as if Daihatsu took aluminum foil and shaped it into a car."

Ford Pinto: "Remember that great Pinto bumper sticker? 'Hit me and we blow up together'?"

American Motors Gremlin: "It was entirely possible to read an entire Russian novel during the pause between stepping on the gas and feeling any semblance of forward motion."

Renault Le Car: "It would put you in mortal danger if you had an accident with anything larger than a croissant."

Cadillac Cimarron: "When we traded it in, my wife was upset because we didn't keep it long enough for her to buy a gun and shoot it."

Volkswagen Bus: "There was no heat--unless, that is, the auxiliary gas heater caught fire."

Fiat X1/9: "It ran fine--that is, unless it was too wet, too cold, too hot or too dark outside."

Chevrolet Vega: "As far as I could tell, the car was built from compressed rust."

Consumer Tip#5: When buying a used car, check the radio's push buttons. If they are all set on rock stations, the transmission is probably shot.

Nonsense: driving a Volvo while smoking a cigarette--you're trying to be safe, from what?

Abraham Lincoln declared you can't fool all the people all the time, but highway interchange signs come pretty close.

She had the Midas tough. Everything she touched turned into a muffler.
--:Lisa Smerline

These I found at a Car Humor site

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The video for the day - I've decided we need several, and all commercials I haven't seen till now. :)









This last one's just a little creepy ...




Until I write again ...

Flea

Friday, January 22, 2010

Negativity Meme

Hello lovely bloggy peeps. I'm swiping a meme today from Warty Mammal, one of my favorite bloggers of all time. Her humor keeps me on my toes. And it's been FOREVER since I've done a beloved meme! So thank you, Warty!

Foods which disgust the crap out of me: Tomatoes in any uncooked form, mushrooms, olives, tapioca - anything that feels like little bugs or rubber bands in my mouth

Movies/TV shows I loathe: Dang it! Two questions in and I'm stuck. I don't watch TV anymore. But when I did, I hated anything on those women's channels. Romantic, weepy crap. And most kid stuff. Oh, and soap operas. As for movies, horror. All of it.

Music genres I loathe: Y'all know what I like - heh.



But what don't I like? Check it out:


The sleeves! Gah!

Magazine which annoys me: Vogue. Cosmopolitan. Trendy women's magazines. Feeding our vanity and appetites for more. I'll stop here, before I get rabid.

Makes me cranky: A cranky husband. It just flows downstream.

Makes me cranky II: No chocolate in the house and no money to get more. Dang. Anyone? Anyone?

Pisses me off: Drivers who don't use their turn signals. And cut me off in traffic. And pull out right in front of me then drive 10 miles under the speed limit for the next five miles. Yeah, I tailgait 'em.

Pisses me off II: Parents who neglect and ignore their kids. Let them run crazy in public.

Makes me impatient: My children ignoring a request to do something. Ignoring multiple requests. Gah!

Makes me impatient II: Being in line behind someone who's got a lot to purchase, then they wait till after they get their total to start digging in their bag - for a freakin' checkbook! How hard is it to put down the cell phone and get most of that check pre-written while your stuff's being rung up? Especially when you need to put your license number on there?!? C'mon people!

Makes me impatient III: When I get up and let the dogs out in the morning, to come back and find my Hunny has commandeered the throne - and will be there awhile. Really? I won't be thirty seconds. That doesn't happen often, though. I love my Hunny.

People I hate: Hate's a strong word. But yeah, there are people who drive me insane. Borderline personalities who need to be close to me. And my family. Step off.

I could care less about: housework. Politics. Global warming. Any cause that's politically charged and ready to explode in conversation.

Annoys the crap out of me: My kids LOADING THE DISHWASHER THE WRONG WAY!!!

Annoys the crap out of me II: Umm. Did I mention the dishwasher? Not much annoys the crap out of me. Oh! No, never mind. Wait ... no. I'm good.

Steal this. It's fun. But now I'm cranky.

Until I write again ...

Flea

P.S. Check it out - a blog called Sunday Stealing swiped this post! They, too, love a good meme!

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Random Photos

I'm in an odd mood. A random mood. Do you mind? This may jump around a bit.

Someone in the family finally found my junior prom photo. I was a gawky teenager, but my mom made my dress. I loved it. The guy I went with? He pitied me. Wound up marrying another Felicia, a friend of mine. More power to 'em both.



Anyone out there want to buy a frog trivet? Hand burned by me. Whadda ya say? Twenty bucks? I'm reluctant to part with it, so if no one bites, I'm using it on my dining room table. Or it can be fitted with a bracket for hanging.


Oatmeal Head, that dunder brain, is dating again. He knows he's not allowed to date till he's 16, and then only as a group date. We didn't know that he was "dating" when the girl came to the house for games and movies. There were supposed to be other "friends", who mysteriously didn't show. Ya. She's a pretty girl, though. Mr. Monkeysuit liked her a lot. Of course, we don't go by the monkey's seal of approval, since we know that he likes all girls.


Oh, another thing? Found out yesterday that this girl is the step-daughter of the teacher I volunteered with for two years! Anyone out there remember her? She and the bovines, they were tight. It's a small, small world.


Let's see ... is that all? Hmm. No, I'm not done. See, there's the picture of Patches after Maybelline got a hold of her. Poor pup. She's awfully cute, though, isn't she?



Then there's Squeaks, that stray cat that showed up here a year and a half ago and that my friend, Heather, took home. She's an odd looking cat, but has enough personality to make up for three cats. Heather says she cries. Poor baby. My Hunny wishes we'd have kept her and given Heather Lou the Loud.




That really is it. I'm done. Y'all have a great day, and stop in on Miss Mental Pause on your way out, wish her a happy birthday.

Until I write again ...

Flea

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Oh the Weather Outside Is ...

It was cold enough to do this just a couple of weeks ago. Now they're calling for weather in the 50's and 60 for the next week at least. *sigh* So no snow, dangit.


Personalize funny videos and birthday eCards at JibJab!

Isn't my Hunny graceful? I was afraid he was going to let me go for a moment there.

Until I write again ...

Flea

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Yes. More Stuff That Came In the Mail.

I'm feeling rather sheepish about today's post.


Oh hush. I couldn't resist posting a picture of my wee sheep.

More stuff has come to my mailbox. Fun stuff. For instance, Snooty sent me this great book on making twig furniture! Now I have to start bugging friends and family to save their cuttings for me in the fall. Thank you, Snooty! I can't wait to start making furniture, too!


The next one has a little back story. My grandfather, who died 12 years ago, was a rancher and traveled all over the country. He and my grandmother loved the southwest and its jewelry. Some of my favorite things my grandfather wore were his silver and turquoise bolos. I was so sad when he died and all the bolos went to the men in the family.

At Christmas, when my aunt asked if there was anything in particular of my grandmother's jewelry that I wanted, I said no. I'd really just loved Papaw's bolos. And look what came in the mail from my aunt last week:


It was black with tarnish, so I made a baking soda paste and polished it up. Isn't it pretty? Honestly, this was my favorite one, the one I remembered him wearing when I was a kid. Eventually I'll get a photo of myself wearing it. I love it! Thank you Aunt Mary Anne! Thank you, Papaw. It's beautiful.

What next, you ask? I'm coiling another pot, experimentally, of course. I love experimenting with pots. Using college colors this time. I'll show you when I'm a little farther along in the process, though. Until then, anyone want to buy a melon basket? Handmade by me. :)


Until I write again ...

Flea

Monday, January 18, 2010

Funny Bone Monday

Happy Funny Bone Monday! And happy Martin Luther King, Jr. Day! To you moms out there, happy having your kids home for the day! Woot!

Maybelline suggested today's humor be about wipe outs. Hmmm.


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One night at dinner, Morgan said to his wife, "I have to admit I'm feeling much better since my operation, but I can't figure out why I got this big bump on my head."
"Oh, that!" said his spouse. "In the middle of your operation they suddenly ran out of ether."


"What's the idea of overdrawing your checking account?"
"Oh, it's all right, dear. I just sent them a check to cover the amount I overdrew."

Larry Wilde's site offered these

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Know what? The rest of these are just going to have to be videos. Wipe out video humor is irresistible.



Oatmeal Head suggested this one:




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Warning: language



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The video. There's always another video. I think I'll make the kids watch this glamorous vid.




Until I write again ...

Flea

Saturday, January 16, 2010

The Carrot Cake - She Don't Look So Good

I made a carrot cake yesterday. Wanna see it?


For all of you who think I do everything well, this is pictorial proof that I do NOT. At all. Piece o'crap cake. I mean, it tasted like carrot cake. Moist. Sweet. Cream cheese frosting. But nothing special. I sure as heck didn't make it LOOK special.

So. Anyone out there have a carrot cake recipe they can recommend? Because I squishy heart the carrot cake. That's my New Year's resolution - eat more homemade carrot cake. Email me at fleabyte at gmail dot com if you have a good recipe. I want to try it and eat it. If I make it, I'll photograph it for ya. :) MMM.


Until I write again ...

Flea

Friday, January 15, 2010

De-Lurk, Please

Because I'm nothing if not a thief, I'm stealing the illustration from OHmommy's blog. A day late. Hopefully not a dollar short. And because everyone who reads my blog is brilliant and witty, I know you'll all participate. Right? Right?!? Please?


You know you're out there. I know you're out there. You read. You chuckle. You shake your head. You think, "I couldn't possibly comment." Even if you just leave a little smiley face - like this :) - please leave a comment? It's de-lurking day 2010 (or it was yesterday - pretend it is today).

You're pretty. Keep up the good work.

Until I write again ...

Flea

Thursday, January 14, 2010

Heat's On

So. The heating and air guy comes out. I like our heating and air people - it's like family. I love being in the southwest, like the south, except educated service people. Friendly people who know things are always nice.

So. He takes one look at my furnace, stuffed behind a door in the hallway, a heating and air guy's nightmare, and about drops dead on the spot. No, we weren't here when the house was built. Sorry.

He turns on the heat. It has been off for days now. No burning smell. It smelled really bad early in the week. Thought the house would burn down. No screechy noise. Sounded like banshees in the furnace closet all weekend. Heat's blowing out of the vents just fine. The closet was really hot, but nothing had been blowing out of the vents. Huh. So.

So I wrote him a check for the service call. He told me to call him if it acted up in the next couple of days and my service fee would be good toward the repair.

Really? I could have had heat all week? My toes wouldn't be blocks of ice? Really? *sigh*

Until I write again ...

Flea

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Is This a Real Post?


Oh jeehosophat. It's been a long time since I've written anything like a real post. My apologies. I don't think I even know what a real post looks like anymore.

So I didn't make any New Year's resolutions. No "lose a thousand pounds before Easter" kind of thing. The patients at the crazy hospital taught me that resolutions are bad. They either set you up for epic fail, or you become a rabid idiot about achieving them. Life's too short for resolutions once a year. Like I told Mir yesterday in a comment, why start a diet every January first? Wait till February 15th and the chocolate sales are over.


Life is clipping along here at a pretty uneven pace. I quit my psych hospital job last November and am working tiny bits of child care at church for pay. Maybelline and Oatmeal Head managed to pull solid D's in two each of their classes last semester. We gave them the "Bad grades equal high insurance rates for teens, so no licenses till your grades come up" lecture. We'll see. I'm not holding my breath.

My grandmother, the one I visit as often as I can, is no longer visitable. Unless I plan on doing myself in sometime soon. She died the week before Christmas. A bittersweet holiday this year. Her funeral was beautiful. At 91, she was ready to go. We just weren't ready to let her go. Her daughters and granddaughters all wore pieces of her colorful Zuni jewelry to the funeral. The casket spray was almost gaudy in its colors. Gorgeous. The woman was an artist and loved to be surrounded by color. She would have enjoyed the funeral immensely. Family came from all over the country.

I made baskets. Ugly ones and pretty ones. I'm burning wood, making pretty pictures on it. Trying to figure out what other productive things I can do with a wood burning tool. Salt dough creations that scare people. You can't burn salt dough, even dry. It's like burning a stale cookie. No I think I might try my hand at writing again. The vampire novel scared me too much to keep writing it, so I'm thinking the title Clown Wars has potential. A book about a woman who continually frightens her husband with a small clown. It has potential. Ya think?




The heater's broken. The blower motor, actually. Fortunately, it's going to be in the 50's today. And we have a wood-burning fireplace. Someone's coming out to fix it tomorrow. Which is good, because my toes are cold.

Somewhere in all of this, someone introduced me to People of WalMart. It's my daily fix of horror. I squishy heart the site. Ranks right up there with Cake Wrecks. Check it out.

So. Maybe this is a real post. Y'all come back and I might do it again.

Until I write again ...

Flea