OK, let this be a lesson to you all.
Be as clear as possible when stating to the Universe what you want.
Sure, I may have said, “It’d be great to have a couple of extra bucks right about now, Universe.”
But I didn’t mean this:
Or this:
But the Hubs didn’t load fast enough they are handsome, aren’t they?
Need a couple extra bucks?
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Thoughts on Friendship
“True happiness consists not in the multitude of friends, but in their worth and choice.”
- Samuel Johnston
“My friends are my estate.”
- Emily Dickinson
“I count myself in nothing else so happy
As in a soul rememb’ring my good friends.”
- William Shakespeare, Richard II
“Friendship is the only cement that will ever hold the world together.”
- Woodrow Wilson
Friends, they get us through rough patches; they celebrate the sunshine with us. The dearest ones see through our bullshit outward mask and into our true being and still drink with speak to us anyway.
What can possibly be better than having good friends?
I’ll tell you what–
Having good friends with chickens!
Thank you, good friends! This egg lover feels grateful for you every morning!
What do you think? Should we get chickens at chez Let the dog in?!
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Are you having this problem? In your head, you figured when school let out that you and your kids would do all kinds of amazing projects, day trips, maybe even camping?
Then, two days into it you realize you have serious crankiness issues.
And not just with the kids, but with yourself.
We were going to make art books. Instead, we are making ice cream runs.
We were going to go to the beach. Day 1, we got the bottom of our foot scraped by barnacles and are “never going back to the beach again!”
We were going to read, read, read. Instead, we are marathoning Phineas and Ferb.
I guess there is still too much time to correct course, but each summer I forget my margarita recipe the uphill battle from the year before. Same soldiers, different battlefield…
So, how’s your summer going? Are you doing what you intended to do?
And most importantly, do you have a good, strong cocktail recipe to share?
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Recently a friend okay, fine, it was me accidentally probably just misplaced for an indeterminate period of time threw away a government document relating to an automobile. Ahem.
So, what’s a law-abiding citizen to do? Call the governmental office? Get the low down on such situations?
As if. It’s 2011. I googled, of course. But I got distracted.
You google this phrase: “accidentally threw away.”
Guess what? People are freakin’ nuts have thrown away tons of embarrassing stuff by accident and then went online to admit it to the world.
You name it, it’s been thrown away: homework, earrings, Macbook Air computer, a mattress with $1 million dollars in it, her diaphragm sorry, dude, her birth control pills maybe it’s just not meant to be, a high school diploma, a retainer sorry, mom and dad, car registration not me, of course! okay, yes, me, grandma’s urn (well, donated anyways…), tools (not an issue here, as the Hubs never puts throws anything away, let alone his precious tools!), personal memorabilia of your spouse’s sure, that was an accident…, concert tickets, and worst of all, original artwork at a gallery (actually, it was shaped like a garbage bag, so whatdya gonna do?).
No wonder our landfills are land fulls!
Come on, your turn. Confess. No one is looking really, that’s true, not counting my mom, what did you accidentally throw away?
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We had a little visitor today, an uninvited guest, on the deck. An unusual occurrence, just when I happened to have my camera handy.
The Douglas Squirrel (Tamiasciurus douglasii).
John Muir wrote of these native guys:
A King’s River Indian told me that they call him “Pillillooeet,” which, rapidly pronounced with the first syllable heavily accented, is not unlike the lusty exclamation he utters on his way up a tree when excited.
I wish I could report that I heard a “lusty exclamation.” Who wouldn’t, right? From a squirrel or anyone else…
He paused to scratch an itch. Don’t tell Becca, but this guest didn’t give a tail’s flip seem too concerned about the wirehaired pointing griffon who presides over this household.
I was concerned that the new herb garden the Hubs installed this weekend (and what do I do with five varieties of sage??) was about to get devoured. But once again, I was wrong.
This guy was all about the seeds. And yes, that would be the very post chewed on by our fierce protector when aggravated by birds on her deck.
Once realizing the Cirque du Soleil-like requirement to get to these particular seeds, he gave up.
And left as fast as he came.
And where was our fierce protector all this time, you ask?
Here, in the office, thinking about licking her butt really important thoughts.
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Did you know you can “like” Let the dog in! on Facebook? You can!
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Some say Bainbridge Island is just a sleepy, suburban, bedroom community of Seattle a regular Peyton Place of greed, lust and envy.
Actually, we have a long history of farming and other natural resources industry. Occasionally, these worlds collide.
Like the other day, when my friend looked out her front porch window on her little wooded cul-de-sac and proclaimed to her dear spouse, “Honey, come quick! There are lambs on the porch!”
He thought she was kidding Great joke, right? Smart! Snappy dialogue! Topical! Lambs on the porch! Ha!. They don’t own a cat or a dog.
She got frustrated and took this picture.
And then when her hubbie realized she meant it, they tried to catch the boys who ran straight towards the fire pit, poor choice.
Aren’t they sweet? Oh, and they were so sweet and juicy and lip-smacking good…
After a few bleats, the lambs were captured and kept in a safe place while they marinated and the charcoal heated up until their owner was found.
All’s well that ends well, yes?
Oh, I almost forgot. My friend with the lambs, guess what her name is.
Mary.
True story. I can’t make this sh*t up.
How many of us get to live out our nursery rhyme?
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Lately, the Hubs and I under duress have been watching a series called Everest: Beyond the Limit.
Not surprisingly, our reactions to the 14 kajillion episodes are slightly opposite, similar to our housekeeping styles, different.
The Hubs: Isn’t this awesome?! Don’t you wanna go to Base Camp some day??
Me: What is it about giant high altitude latrines mountains that attract complete nutjobs?
The Hubs: You’re kidding, right?
Me: You’re kidding, right??
You understand, readers, don’t you? I mean, I’ve been freezing in my own living room this Aprilary on Bainbridge Island, and he thinks I’d pay a buttload of money to snow camp in minus 3?
And I only feel this strongly because now I’ve seen the video of what happens up there, all kajillion episodes.
High altitude sickness, tent cities, pulmonary adema, cerebral adema, headaches, nausea, frostbite, snow blindess & dying — this is not a list to tempt me for a vacation.
This is an Afghani’s torture options list.
My vacation list goes more like this — oxygen, warmth (but not hot), sun, large bodies of water, boating, outdoor music, cocktails, oxygen, hammocks, Paolo the cabana boy servants, wildlife, fresh food fed to me by Paolo, hikes, kayaks, peace and oxygen.
What does your vacation list look like?
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