tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204545572024-03-12T23:40:41.983-04:00Riddle Me ThisRiddle Me This*~Dani~*http://www.blogger.com/profile/17612436784036093853noreply@blogger.comBlogger514125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20454557.post-42140717654215173782012-12-25T22:07:00.002-05:002012-12-25T22:09:52.206-05:00I Only Want It If It Is Exquisite<div style="text-align: justify;">
It was probably the worst day and time to go to the post office. Just a few weeks before Christmas, prime mailing time. It was also 1:00. Everyone though that was a good time. It was not a good time. In fact, it was right smack in the middle of the worker's lunch so there was only one cashier to assist the ever growing line.</div>
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I had no choice. My <a href="http://danitime.blogspot.com/2011/12/all-through-housenot-creature-was.html">swap buddy</a> needed her gift and I had sold some DVDs that I can only presume were going to be Christmas presents. So I waited along with everyone else.</div>
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Midway to my destination, I noticed the guy in front of me and took a really good look at him. He was wearing dress slacks, a mid length black leather coat, a hat that was somewhere between a cowboy hat and a fedora, and rose colored glasses. </div>
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Unusual as most people had multiple packages and envelopes in our hands and we were all trying to figure out where to set them down to ease our burdens. So I wondered why the man in front of me was there.* Finally, we reached our destination and he was next. He stepped up to the counter and very quietly and with great concentration said:</div>
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"I would like one exquisite stamp."</div>
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While I tried to wrap my head around why someone would wait in line for almost an hour, the cashier tried to find him an exquisite stamp:</div>
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"How about this one?"</div>
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"Nope."</div>
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He eliminated them all until none were left and finally settled on one. Then he wanted to pay his 42 cents or whatever and take one stamp. After much debate, he was told he would have to buy the whole book and that he could not, in fact, have just one exquisite stamp.</div>
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I guess you can't always get what you want, especially if it is exquisite.</div>
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Here's hoping you got everything you wanted today and throughout the year!</div>
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Merry Christmas,<br />
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*~Dani~*http://www.blogger.com/profile/17612436784036093853noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20454557.post-54320607898991668432012-09-05T07:43:00.001-04:002012-09-05T07:43:23.361-04:00Labor of Landscaping a/k/a If You Have It, Hedge It!<div style="text-align: justify;">
What did you do this Labor Day? I had five whole days off. We were supposed to go to the cottage, but sadly, that was not to be. Doesn't matter because B also had three whole days off. He hasn't had three whole days off since he started back up to work in the spring. Can you imagine getting up every day before five, seven days a week? Neither can I. B doesn't imagine it, he does it. Crazy.</div>
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So the Friday of Labor Day weekend was B's first day off. I gladly got up with the dogs before 5 to feed them and headed back to bed. Since I am <a href="http://danitime.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-vampire-but-there-are-drugs-for.html">narcoleptic</a>, I can fall asleep quickly. B, meanwhile, slept in and then headed to the gym. He was home less than a few minutes when he told me he was off to the nursery. He wanted to do some landscaping.</div>
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He is nuts! Is your first thought on your day off to do hard labor? Not me. What if the hard labor you were about to do is so similar to what you do at work that you might as well be at work? That man is nuts.</div>
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In other news he planted some shrubs* in the area that you used to be <a href="http://danitime.blogspot.com/2009/08/feels-like-fall-so-lets-think-spring.html">beautiful and full of flowers</a>, but was now full of dirt and dog prints. The area is the take off point for the dogs and their zoomies around the yard. It is also a fan favorite for digging holes and pushing balls under fences to just sit their and whine that the ball is on the other side of the fence.</div>
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While I still think B is nuts in his love of labor, I really do appreciate the fruit of his labor.**</div>
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I have been obsessed with barrister bookcases for quite some time. All I kept telling B is how much I love bookcases, barrister bookcases. He must have been listening because he started scouring estate sales for them. He found quite a few. Sometimes we would even head to one, hoping it would still be there (especially on half off day), but the bookcases were always sold.</div>
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Imagine my surprise when I came home one night and found this in the living room casually leaning against the wall:</div>
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So gorgeous! I asked B about this new addition and he told me he finally found one at an estate sale that hadn't been sold and actually got a good deal on it. He was excited to find out that every piece is removable so you can make it shorter.* However, I like it just the height it is. Plus, the removed pieces cannot form another bookcase without a bottom, so they would just have to go into storage.</div>
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I also told B that I loved the bookcase right where it initially landed. This spot originally held a fish tank as seen <a href="http://danitime.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-now-its-time-for-some-fine-dining.html">here</a>. Since that tank is no longer with us, that spot has been empty for a while. I love seeing this in its space. It seems to complete the room. </div>
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*~Dani~*http://www.blogger.com/profile/17612436784036093853noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20454557.post-88712260692948225772012-08-31T19:35:00.000-04:002012-08-31T19:35:35.368-04:00Shave and a Haircut, Two Bits<div style="text-align: justify;">
I thought I would share another piece of furniture that is sharing space in the dining room with our new dining room furniture. </div>
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This piece came from my childhood home, which we recently bought (more on that later). In that house, it sat in our very tiny vestibule as soon as you entered. It became a haven for keys, mail and various other random things thrown down there. You can tell this by how much the main part is dinged up. While my parents were cleaning out the house, they discovered they really did not have room for this, but my Mom did not want to get rid of it. I generously offered to store it for her. Aren't I so sweet?*</div>
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I seem to recall my Dad telling me this was an old barber shop piece. The little knob below the mirror, opens up a folding down type storage area. There is a drawer underneath the main part and then a cupboard at the bottom. I would envision this in an old time barbershop with a strap to sharpen the razors hanging on the side.</div>
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The title comes from another little Dad-ism. My Dad always had a unique knock. When we asked him about it, he said it was based on the singsong phrase, "Shave and a Haircut, Two Bits." I always thought that this was based on old time barber shop prices. Apparently, it is recently based in music and is a common riff at the end of a musical performance for comedic relief. I later found out my Dad was a drummer. It all started coming together then.</div>
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Remember <a href="http://danitime.blogspot.com/2012/05/since-ive-been-gonethe-top-25.html">back in May when I informed you I lost my dining room set when B took my offhand comment super seriously</a>? Well, just as I thought we would never have a place to store our once a year dishes and platters, it was B to the rescue once again.</div>
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As this set is so amazing, I have almost forgiven B for forcing me to relocate things into our way too small kitchen. Almost. This is Jacobian furniture which, from what I understand from GTS*, is the form furniture took during the Renaissance in England. Yes, our furniture is THAT old. Or based on ideas that old. Whatever.</div>
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This set is ever way huger than it looks because there is a leaf. And by a leaf I mean the top of the table lifts up and goes between two extenders. The whole top of the table is a leaf. One day I am going to make B do that again and put all of the chairs we got with it to show you just how regal this set really looks.</div>
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I actually like the table with all 6 chairs around it, but it makes it kind of crowded and one chair may or may not be in the midst of repair as well. </div>
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We got this set for a very reasonable price. Thereafter, <a href="http://danitime.blogspot.com/2012/07/nice-house-can-i-take-your-trash.html">my friend whom I stole the trash chair from</a> got a very similar site at an even better price. I might hate her now. The jury is still out on that one.</div>
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Also, you will notice the glass on top of every piece. The set did not come like that. B brilliantly stole the idea from our neighbor. With three cats with three sets of back claws and the never ending desire to launch off of our furniture with said claws, the furniture is grateful for B's idea, as am I.</div>
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It has been forever since we got the chair that came with out house upholstered, but I am finally getting around to the grand unveiling.</div>
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Thankfully, I got my local photographer a/k/a B on the job. He took many wonderful photos of all of the furniture I am supposed to catch you up on here. You can thank him for the next couple of posts.</div>
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Let's start with The Chair. Remember The Chair? The one the former owners left behind that was all chewed up and ugly? The one I said had good bones? Here is a picture of it in its original state to refresh your recollection:</div>
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It was a normal day at the office. I was busy impressing a client with some antiquated legal jargon when I heard the distinct sound of the office fire alarm. I very calmly said "Client, I will have to call you back. The office is on fire." </div>
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I then picked up my cell phone, my car keys and my purse and walked right out of the office. You know who did not follow me? Oh, everyone else. They all insisted it was a false alarm. No one called to say it was a false alarm. No one turned off the shrieking sounds. So I headed out the door. When questioned at the front door if I was "really" going, I replied:</div>
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"I am not burning in this hell hole, bitches. Peace out!"</div>
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The real question is, did they forget the <a href="http://danitime.blogspot.com/2011/03/hackers-robbers-and-fires-who-can-get.html">great fire of March 2011</a>. I sure didn't. One electrical fire, one freezing my ass off in the parking lot while waiting to see if we were ever getting back in was enough. So what did I do?</div>
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Went outside in the rain with an umbrella freezing my ass off while waiting to see if we would ever get back in.</div>
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Despite the five police cars and one huge fire engine, it turns out it was a false alarm. Someone allegedly sprayed something at the sensor. What? I don't even know where the sensors are and aren't they only supposed to sense SMOKE? So confusing. I suspect it was the place that employs the <a href="http://danitime.blogspot.com/2011/03/hackers-robbers-and-fires-who-can-get.html">hackysackers</a>. It just has to be.</div>
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In other news, an attorney stayed behind because she wanted to finish a brief. I told her I would put that on her gravestone. "Will burn for work."</div>
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*~Dani~*http://www.blogger.com/profile/17612436784036093853noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20454557.post-36998739183802934132012-07-30T21:51:00.000-04:002012-07-30T21:51:27.729-04:00Nice House, Can I Take Your Trash?<div style="text-align: justify;">
So one of my coworkers whom I happen to like just bought a house. This excites me because we already bought our house and redid everything. Sure, there is more to do, but absent a large renovation (LAST on the list), it is not the same as that initial thrill.</div>
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So B and I went to check out her place. Also, built in the 20s, it has a lot of the same charm that ours does. My friend, however, is a tad bit more modern so it will be interesting to see what she does with it. There are some unusual things there too like the fact that she can only get central air on the first floor. Is that even central? No clue. Also the creepy former coal chute that is big enough to bury a body, or seven. Seriously, I felt like I was in an episode of American Horror Story and that creepy creature in the basement was coming out to get me. </div>
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This, my friends, is not the most exciting part! You knew that, right? The most exciting part was as we left we saw the trash pile that the former owners left that very day in front of the house. Whatever did we find? A chair! Yes, a chair that made B pause and point it out. Then we had to sit in it. Then we had to trash pick it and put it in our truck. </div>
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Similar to the old chair left behind in our house by our house's former owners (yes, it finally got reupholstered, no I have not shared the photos yet), this one had GOOD LINES. That is all I kept saying. I will have you know, though, that when B took the chair from our house to the upholsterers, that is exactly what they said. I may not know what I am talking about, but somehow I am right.</div>
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So what do you think of the chair a/k/a our future piece of fine furniture?</div>
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Look at those lines! Yes, I realize this is just a bare bone skeleton of a chair, but can you imagine what it will look like when it is reborn? Yes, I just used the word "reborn" while talking about a chair.</div>
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Yes we sat in a chair that only had springs on it and it was actually quite comfortable as is. That is what sold me.</div>
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I am almost as excited about this chair as S is about her house. Well, maybe more. Perhaps I will one day show you the finished product of our chair. </div>
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Did you hear about the woman who was forced to stay on a flight for 10 hours while sitting next to a corpse the entire time? If not, you should read it <a href="http://www.crazydaysandnights.net/2012/06/sitting-next-to-dead-man-on-plane.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+crazydaysandnights%2FeynQ+%28Crazy+Days+and+Nights%29&utm_content=Google+Reader">here</a>. Her story reminded me of my story that, although it did not involve a corpse, came pretty close.</div>
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I am actually referencing # 11 on <a href="http://danitime.blogspot.com/2012/05/since-ive-been-gonethe-top-25.html">this list</a>. It was on a flight back from #1 on that same list. My coworker and I were on a return flight from Vegas. We were in a three seat row with I on the end, my coworker "S" in the middle, and unknown passenger by the window. At first, it started off fine. One of our seminar speakers sat down. Boring as he may have been, it would have made our flight a lot more bearable if he had stayed put. Unfortunately, he was traveling with his wife and wanted to sit next to her. So, when her seat mate showed up, I asked if they could switch seats, being the nice person that I am. I like to call that MISTAKE NO. 1.</div>
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New guy immediately sat down, put his head against the window and passed out. He reeked of alcohol and looked disheveled. S was not amused. We took off and all seemed to go well although we kept a worried eye on Drunk Guy. Within 20 minutes, Drunk Guy jumped up, yelled "I HAVE TO GO TO THE RESTROOM" which spurred me into such immediate action, I spilled my drink. He then proceeded to spend the next 20 minutes in the bathroom banging around. S was SO not amused. </div>
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He came back, sat down and grabbed a barf bag. I warned S. I like to call that MISTAKE NO. 2. She basically started sitting in my lap in order to avoid being thrown up on. While this was occurring, I realize Drunk Guy has a bloody nose and is wiping it with the barf bag. I immediately tell S to watch out for wayward body fluids. I like to call that MISTAKE NO. 3. Now S is over my lap and in the aisle declaring that she cannot and WILL not sit next to the guy. They have to move him to some other part of the plane. Panic has set in.</div>
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After assuring her that there was no secret place on the plane to put a grown drunk man, I come up with a solution - we switch seats. All this does is manage to calm her growing panic. However, we spent the next three hours half perched in our seats looking warily at drunk guy expecting the worse. Any idea how uncomfortable that is? Hugely.</div>
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Good news! Drunk guy never puked next to us. In fact, he never moved again. Bad news! He continued to bleed all over himself until such time as I offered him a napkin. He was down to wiping it on his coat collar. Sexy!</div>
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I learned a lot that flight. First class is always a better option. You might still have a drunk as a seat mate, but you will have more room. Also, know your coworkers and their phobias before you go on 3 hour plane rides with them. </div>
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Meet Bert! You will remember him from the Fourth of July post where I coyly, or not so much, slid his picture in.</div>
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Bert is new to the pack. I won't say he is replacing Chester because no one could replace Chester. However, he is filling a void that has been there since Chester has been gone.</div>
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B stumbled upon Bert's picture on Facebook. All that we could see was his little panda face. That was enough to capture B's heart. He went off to meet Bert. </div>
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Bert was born on the street and living under a porch. Some nice people trapped him and another nice woman kept him in her bathroom for a week trying to get him to acclimate to living in a house and to people in general. We give mad props to her for that week because even though he came to us hissing, he quickly warmed up and we think it is because she spent so much time with him.</div>
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Not much is known about Bert after these few weeks. He has stopped hissing at us and reserves that usually for the dogs (who he swiped and spit at right away a la Chester style and now they fear all 3 lbs of him), or for B when he startles him out of sleep. To be honest, sometimes I feel like hissing at B when he wakes me, but that is another story.</div>
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Bert likes eating. The face above is what he looks like after he eats or, apparently, when he wants to eat B for taking too many pictures.</div>
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Most unique feature about Bert is that he only has black on his face, the back of his left paw and all up and down his back. Doesn't he look like someone dipped him in some paint?</div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"><i>*Bert was named after the street he was found on, Liberty.</i></span>*~Dani~*http://www.blogger.com/profile/17612436784036093853noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20454557.post-43188392054997299282012-07-05T21:21:00.002-04:002012-07-05T21:21:47.140-04:00How YOU Doin? And Other Creepy Things to Say to People<div style="text-align: justify;">
Remember when Joey from Friends would say this all the time and the girls would fall for it, but when other every day people said it, it sounded creepy? Or when men 20 years later still try to say it? Or when I just used it in my title?</div>
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That is not the only way to be creepy, however. I recently found out that I am quite capable of being unintentionally creepy. Unfortunately, I found this out at the office.</div>
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You see, we had a bunch of new people start recently. I decided to be proactive and introduce myself to them as I encountered them as no one seemed to be walking them around for introductions. So I walked up to a young lady, roughly 20 or so, and intended to say "nice to meet you" and "welcome aboard." Instead, the following occurred:</div>
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Me: Hi! I don't think we have met. I am me.</div>
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You know what a dragged out NICE sounds like without a "to meet you" after it? CREEPY. Even I was creeped out! Yes, I even unintentionally creeped myself out.</div>
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I quickly tried to explain what I was trying to say and thought to myself that it wasn't at all as bad as I imagined. That is, until one of my support staff said "Well, THAT was creepy."</div>
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The girls and boys wanted to show you their patriotic side this Fourth of July. This post is so late because it took me that long to get their d@$& pictures!</div>
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Mooch is last because he was the hardest. He had no less than 12 takes. I envisioned the cats would sit nicely and stare at the camera. Clearly, I was delusional.</div>
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You know the neighbor behind us, the <a href="http://danitime.blogspot.com/2009/08/everybodys-crazy-for-long-grassed-man.html">long-grassed man</a>? B is holding a bit of a grudge against him. It is not because he has long grass, or because he likes to journal his entire life,or sit outside and do teleconferences and teach classes from his computer, or because <a href="http://danitime.blogspot.com/2009/08/got-junk-ive-got-lawn.html">he used his grass as a storage unit for months on end</a>. It is not even because he puts his composter right at our fence line.</div>
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It is his tree.</div>
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He has this old tree that is impinging on our property line and interfering with our ability to replace the fence. And we really want to replace the fence.</div>
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Nevada loves the tree. It is a mulberry tree and all of these mulberries fall into our yard. Nevada eats them like she has never been fed. B loves this.</div>
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The tree also has enormous branches that are hanging all over the wires. So B called the electric company, oh, about a few months ago. They finally got around to coming to deal with it this weekend. I can say that the branches are no longer interfering with their lines. I can't say they are not interfering with anything else. I also cannot give props to a job well done because, well, take a look yourself:</div>
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That does not look at all ridiculous does it? You will note that the majority of the tree is STILL hanging over into our yard. Nevada is relieved. More mulberries for her. YAY. B just wants the tree gone. I just think this is the stupidest thing I have ever seen. Seriously, I am dumbfounded.</div>
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Look at that tree!</div>
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So, B's new plan is for me to charm the long-grassed man into removing the tree. Right...we all know how that worked with <a href="http://danitime.blogspot.com/2009/06/alls-well-that-airs-well.html">the neighbors and the air conditioning</a>, right?</div>
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The other day when I arrived home, B was kind enough to open the fence for me. As I passed I asked him to check to see if there was a dent in my bumper.</div>
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B: Why would there be a dent in your bumper?</div>
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Me: Oh. I couldn't remember if I was in an accident this morning or not.</div>
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B: WHAT?</div>
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You see, that morning I was driving along the freeway I heard the distinct crunch of a plastic bumper. I looked up to see the guy behind me and the guy behind him pulling off to the side and wondered briefly if I was involved. I did not remember being jolted or feeling it occur. </div>
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Then I promptly forgot until I was driving by B.</div>
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However, what makes the above scenario that much more ridiculous is that it was not the first time we had such a conversation in the past couple of weeks. Let's rewind, shall we?</div>
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While sitting in our screened-in back porch, I suddenly remembered to ask B:</div>
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Me: Hey! Check the front right end of my truck to see if it has orange paint on it.</div>
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Me: Maybe, I hit some barrels?</div>
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Oh, I hit some barrels. Let's just say it involved a bit of misjudgment on my part as to the speed of the car ahead of me, the tenancity of the semi truck next to me and my ability to slow down/stop on a dime.</div>
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Let's just say that maybe three barrels lost their life.</div>
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Let's just say I may have been completely mortified at having to stop at the side of the raod until I could get things under control.</div>
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I will say, though, there was no orange paint.</div>
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So the other day I thought I was a hero. You see, I rescued a dog. Me! Not B, but me! Me!</div>
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I was driving to meet my family for breakfast when I noticed a small Yorkie in the grass by the road. I waited a minute to see if there was an owner nearby. When one didn't appear, I rounded the corner and got out of my car. </div>
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The dog was excited to see me and she had tags. What a score, I thought! I can just quickly return her to her owners. Unfortunately, there were no owner info on the tags, only shot info and she appeared to be very far from home. I scooped her up and off we went.</div>
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She had no chip when scanned by the vet. They called her vet, but it was closed for another half hour. I decided to take her home to get her some water. It was then that my neighbor pulled up and said "THANK GOD!"</div>
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It was his father's dog that he was watching.</div>
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I "rescued" my neighbor's dog.</div>
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How was I supposed to know? Well, in that moment of revelation, a few things collided in my mind at once:</div>
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Lesson learned? Only dogs that do not need help will approach me. </div>
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Garage sales are hard.</div>
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Garage sales are exhausting.</div>
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They are also a people watching dream come true. Here are some examples of what I saw and can remember:</div>
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<li style="text-align: justify;">The guy who wanted to tell us how to place our signs, how we were losing "half of our customer base" due to which way the sign was facing, and how our signs were failing to do their job. When asked how he found out about the sale? "I followed a sign."</li>
<li style="text-align: justify;">The scary looking man who was swinging a sword around and testing a rifle by aiming it at the sky. He looked insane and I fully expected to have the federal government declare a code orange on our sale. Note: Gun was NOT loaded and no ammunition was nearby.</li>
<li style="text-align: justify;">Same scary man paid for a $15 item with $12 in cash and $3 in change.</li>
<li style="text-align: justify;">Then he bought something for a $1 in quarters in dimes.</li>
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<li style="text-align: justify;">Then he asked if he could use the hammer as a tenderizer.</li>
<li style="text-align: justify;">Then he said he would just chuck the hammer and run.</li>
<li style="text-align: justify;">The woman who wanted to buy everything for 10 cents no matter what it was marked for. She would tell me how much less it was priced at the store and I would tell her to get over to the store and get it.</li>
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Also, my mother is too kind hearted to have a garage sale and I am not sure she understands how it works despite the numerous ones we have attended ourselves. (LOVE YOU MOM). She:</div>
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Is anyone watching the show <i>Girls</i> on HBO? No? You should. Like right now. Stop reading this blog, go on demand it and you will be caught up in no time. Seriously. They are only half hour episodes (in HBO land, that is roughly 22-27 minutes). Once you are done, report back here immediately and go on to the next paragraph.</div>
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Okay. Caught up? So <i>Girls</i> is an awesome show mostly because it is awkward. At first B made fun of me for watching it. Then he declared the main character "awful." Now he deserts me in mid conversation to "go watch an episode of <i>Girls</i>." Yes, I can hear him laughing all the way upstairs.</div>
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You still haven't watched it, have you? Shame.</div>
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Well, I had my own <i>Girls</i> moment the other day at work. I will let you be the judge:</div>
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Guy: Open your eyes...surprise! </div>
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Girl: Gasp</div>
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Guy: Do you like it? (pointing to lack of hair on his head)</div>
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Girl: No, I don't f'g like it! It looks like $hit!</div>
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Guy: I did it for Cathy.</div>
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Girl: Who the f$ck is Cathy?</div>
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Guy: The woman at work who has cancer.</div>
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Girl: Oh, great! Now I look like the a$$hole.</div>
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Dani: G, what happened to your hair?</div>
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G: I shaved it on Friday.</div>
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Dani: Oh, good. I thought you were going to tell me you had cancer cause you look like you have cancer.</div>
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G: Actually, my friends and I all shaved our heads for our friend who has cancer.</div>
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Guess who looks like the a$$hole now?</div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"><i>**B also says the main character, Hannah, reminds me of him. To which I responded: </i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"><i>Me: Gasp!</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"><i>Me: Wha...?</i></span><br />
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Sometimes I like to act all wifey and take in B's dry cleaning for him. This is usually after he nags me. A lot. </div>
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This was the case recently when B asked me to take his long formal coat in for a dry cleaning. Okay, maybe he asked me the last time he wore it. That would be in the winter. Yes, that season before spring. Ahem.</div>
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So I took it in. Eventually I got it out. The timing of all that is irrelevant to the story. You know what is relevant? B claimed I came back with a different coat.</div>
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I brought his coat home and hung it on our valet in our closet. It hung there for weeks. I asked B what he wanted me to do with the coat and he said to put it in the downstairs closet, which I did. Two days later, I am outside in the garage (hanging out, not working - let's be real), when B came out wondering what I did with his coat:</div>
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B: Where's my coat?</div>
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Me: In the front closet.</div>
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B: No, it's not.</div>
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Me: Yes it is. I put it there myself.</div>
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B: NO, IT'S NOT.</div>
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Me: Oh, right. Someone came, broke into our house, left no evidence, AND ONLY STOLE YOUR COAT. I forgot.</div>
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Then I stalked to the closet and pulled out his coat with a big triumphant swoosh while saying in my head "Voila!". B then insisted the coat was not his. We both looked at the coat, and I remarked "Um, what?"</div>
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Then B started saying a bunch of words all at once. I recall hearing "small claims court," "expensive," "Ralph Lauren," and "you better do something about this."</div>
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However, before that could happen, we revisited the issue. I had convinced B it might be a girl's coat. This struck me as funny. He decided to try it on. Guess what?</div>
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And it looked like his coat.</div>
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And when I asked him to check inside for a size, guess what he found?</div>
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Remember that last fall holiday weekend, Labor Day, when our trip to the cottage was almost deterred by B finding a dog, <a href="http://danitime.blogspot.com/2011/09/it-wouldnt-be-vacation-if-there-wasnt.html">Gus to be exact</a>? I was thinking about that this weekend, another long one, but minus the trip to the cottage. I realized I had not told you about B's latest find.</div>
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A couple of months ago, I got the call. You know the one. "I found a dog." This time it was early morning and I was at the office. I immediately started searching the ads for missing dogs matching the description B gave me without any luck.</div>
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The dog got the usual - grooming and a vet check.
B said the pup was roughed up. He looked like a pit bull and his ears were tore up, there were scars on his face, he was super skinny and there was some issue going on with his tail.
Then B said he thought of his friend's family whose dog had recently passed. He was going to have her bring her kids to meet the dog. Everyone at the vet raved about the pup and how sweet he was. I swear, only the sweet ones find B! </div>
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By the time I got off work, the dog now known as Dempsey was happily ensconced in his new home. I admittedly was a bit nervous about the unknown dog and how he would react to the environment. Seems he fit right in. His new home is full of people. There are people and kids coming and going left and right. All of them stopped to love him and tell him how gorgeous he was. I visited him and found out for myself just how beautiful, sweet and happy he was, despite all that he might have gone through. </div>
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The first few weeks were rough. Dempsey has powerful jaws and did not like his crate too much so he just helped himself out of it. They never did get one that could hold him. Luckily, the only thing he did outside of the crate was use the bathroom. Disgusting? Yes. Fixable? Definitely. At least he didn't chew things. </div>
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I am happy to say, it has been a few months now and B reports that Dempsey has gained much needed weight, is housebroken, does well on a leash and his tail seems to be doing better (he was chewing on it instead of the furniture I think). The family loves him and I am sure he shows them he loves them right back.
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Remember when the other <a href="http://danitime.blogspot.com/2012/05/since-ive-been-gonethe-top-25.html">day</a>, and I mean LITERALLY the other day, I wrote about how B sold our dining room set right after Christmas and after my casual remark about wanting a new one? Guess what we finally got? Yes, a "new" dining room. It is like B read my mind. Or my blog.</div>
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That is our new china cabinet. How gorgeous is that? Not the best picture, but I promise when the whole set is in place, I will use a real camera instead of my iPhone. The carving is so beautiful and the wood so heavy. In addition to the china cabinet, there is a long buffet, a table with two leaves and six chairs including two captains chairs. Larger than the last set, I think it is going to look amazing in our dining room. I am even fond of how it goes with the <a href="http://danitime.blogspot.com/2009/11/can-we-get-little-color-in-here.html">color-that-was-picked-by-readers-and-then-changed</a>. </div>
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Speaking of the house...there have been other new things added in the past months that you haven't seen. Keep your eyes peeled for future posts to catch you up. </div>
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As for this addition, the whole set should be here tomorrow. Then you will get the big reveal.</div>
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When I said our pack had changed, I just didn't say how it had changed. Sadly, we have lost one.</div>
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We lost him too soon. We tried to hang on to him for a little bit longer, but his body couldn't handle it. So, one week ago today, our family of animals became four. It was a tough week full of difficult decisions. We were thankful for the extra time and miss him incredibly.</div>
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In memory of Chester, I offer you his bio which you can read <a href="http://danitime.blogspot.com/2008/07/hi-my-name-is-chester.html">here</a>. You can also search "Chester" in the search box to the left and read the stories I have posted thorughout the years. He was quite the character.</div>
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He is right. That picture is what happened if we didn't listen to the alarm clock. No amount of magnets could keep his paw from opening that cupboard. We eventually got wise and just moved the food. That did not stop him from continuing to try.</div>
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Love you, Chester Pester!</div>
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