Tick Tock

Tick tock, tick tock, it’s 2 o’clock, tick tock, tick tock, I’ve got blogger’s block, tick tock, tick tock.  Now you know what I do at 2 o’clock (am).  There are times where 2 am brings ideas (or weird dreams) to blog about…but there are other times where all I get is tick tock, tick tock.  Maybe I should take the batteries out of the stupid clock.

Men are from Mars

Just an observation on some of the differences between Tim and me.  Tim opens up the refrig (mind you the one in the moho is NOT that big) and asks where the mustard is.  “It’s on the shelf in front of you.” “No, it’s not.”  “Yes, it is.”  “Well, you come and find it then.”  I get up, walk over to the refrig and move the mayo jar to the side and hand him the mustard.  I’m afraid that if I took a trip back to the Midwest to see grandkids leaving him here…he would starve.  He wouldn’t find anything in the refrigerator let alone the pantry.  If he had to take anything out from the bottom bays…he wouldn’t be able to get it all back in.  You see, I’m a packer.  I should have worked for a moving company.  Nobody packs like I can.  I’ve moved 2 kids, an old English sheepdog, my grandmother’s rocking chair and an ironing board in a VW bug…all at the same time.  One of my better packs. 

Neon lights better be flashing for whatever he’s looking for.  He’s not about to move things aside to look for something.  He asked me where a certain book was the other day and I told him where.  He said it wasn’t where I told him.  I (once again) got up, went to where the book was, retrieved it and handed it to him.  You see, there was a stack of books and the one he wanted was on the bottom…without neon lights.  I rest my case. 

I’m Not a Pancake Fan…but

Coach’s Oats Pancake Mix is to die for.  These are the BEST pancakes I’ve ever had.  There’s every grain (including flaxseed) that you can think of in the mix.  Full of fiber and high in protein.  Mix, water and egg is all you need to mix up a batch.  As far as I know Costco is the only place you can find Coach’s Oats.  There’s also regular Coach’s Oats – steel cut oatmeal and is simple to make.  You would think I’m a spoke person for Coach’s Oats (I’m not)…they’re just that good.

Lucy and I had a scary moment early this morning.  It was about 5:30 am and pitch black.  I give her more leash than normal so she can find just the “right” spot to do her business.  All of a sudden (just as she had found the spot) she starts barking.  Lucy is not a barker.  I turned to look in the direction she was looking and two coyotes were passing in front of us.  They looked at us and went the other way.  Lucy’s version is her barking scared them away.  Lesson(s) learned this morning…no more long leash to find her “spot”, carry flood light, position truck so head lights shine on us, turn motorhome headlights on and carry an AK47.

Chip off the “auld Grandma Susie block”

There’s Donald, Daffy and Daisy Duck.  However, the best duck of all is AUDREY DUCK!!!  Of all my grandchildren Audrey most takes after me.  You can see it in her eyes…she’s daring you to comment on her choice of Halloween costume.  Personally, I think it brings out the blue in her eyes.

Well, it’s been awhile since I’ve posted on this blog.  Not that I haven’t had anything to say…I have.  But believe me, it would have been disjointed, unintelligible, and spacey (blame Prozac – lots of birds flying overhead…and not in formation…you had to be there to understand what I just wrote).  For those of you who have known what the last 6+ months has been like for Tim and I…I’m sure you understand the lapse in posting.  If you don’t know…sorry…I’m not going to relive the past.  Prozac is history, Tim is doing great and Lucy has a new winter jacket.  Life is good. The blog is back!