Awash as we all are in spanking content, I’ve been compelled to talk/write/think about *other* things – occasionally – of late. (Yes, Virginia, there are Other Things.) So, rather than talk to myself, or put a complete stop to Michael’s progress by talking his head off, I’ve decided to begin sharing rather mundane things here more often.
Anyone with any sense, or anything at ALL better to do, will choose to turn their attentions elsewhere right about now.
Still with me? (Bored, huh?)
Let’s start off with a little home improvement update..
THIS :
..is the current state of my house. As you can see, it’s a bit like an episode of Dexter. (And no, VBB, I haven’t found someone whose blood splashes farther than yours.) What started as an ongoing water line issue has turned into an all-out Major Pain in the Ass, replete with fully-plastic-ed living area and garage-accessible bathroom.
I’m not kidding. They removed the WALL downstairs, between the garage and water closet. Over the course of the next week, there’ll be about a dozen sweaty men parading around my living room. About average, come to think of it..
Since I’m sure you’re dying to know what the cats think about all this commotion : they think it sucks.
In other news, we almost went on a short vacation last week. About seventeen miles outside of Las Vegas proper, my car decided that it’d rather stop at a little biker bar on the side of the road in the middle of the desert. (Which, in retrospect, was better than nothing. They had a nice shady porch.) Something about the transmission, according to the nice man in the triple a tow truck. So the car is undergoing some medical intervention and I’m driving a rental, which is, in my opinion, ugly.
All this fun stuff would drive some people nuts. Lucky for us, we thrive on a Good Challenge. So, the place will be getting a new coat of paint and the car will be getting a new tummy or something, and we will be getting lots of spanking done in the meantime…upstairs.
In other parts of the world: My family are having a mini-reunion of sorts. In the South, a family reunion includes Actual Family, as well as in-laws, out-laws, and people who nobody’s really related to but are still referenced as “Aunt Sue”, “Uncle Bill”, or “Cousin Andy”, because their daddy and your daddy worked together in the oil fields and they’re Like Family. Or the kids went to school together and they all started calling you “Mom” because they figured out that that was the way to get you to feed and house them every weekend, and now, twenty-plus years later, they still won’t go away.
I won’t be attending the get-together. I’d love to, mostly, but between spanking and remodeling I’m bound to Las Vegas for the remainder of the summer. I’ve requested that they stand out in the rain (it’s always raining there) in my stead. Of course, when it rains you have to look out (even more) for snakes, but it’s a small price to pay for the moisture. My auntie calls up to tell me all about how her flowers are in raging full bloom and the grass needs cutting every five days or so and the tomatoes are as big as your head, and it’s so humid you can cut the air with a butter knife. She’s bragging, in her Southern auntie way, and it works – until I remind her that we don’t have mosquitoes here. Since where I come from you can practically saddle those things and ride them, that usually trumps all. I miss the flowers, and the food, but I do NOT miss the bugs, or the snakes, or the overly-familiar raccoons.
Now I will entertain you with what is, in my estimation, one of the cutest things ever. (It’s cats.)
(Try to ignore the not-so-subliminal message to purchase the advertised brand of cat food. It’s bad for your kitties.)
– Dana
Dana,
Oh sheesh!! I was totally thinking Dexter also, as soon as I saw the plastic…too funny. You could leave the plastic up for the VBB’s next visit; less to clean…lol. And, after-all, his butt pretty-much looks like a murder scene by the time you’ve finished with him anyway. Be it, of course, a very smartly and well thought-out ‘play’ scene.
Great update! I am sure, the mosquitos are going to miss you at the reunion! I can only imagine how entertaining those events must usually be for you. Too bad you can’t go.
Dang! Car sickness sucks. But, I am sure you had a ‘hoot’ of a good time at the biker bar. They are usually the most fun, and shade is always a bonus, while in the midst of the Mohave.
P.S. You are always welcome to come visit and stand in the rain in WA. We (typically) have green grass, and lots of flowers. Not to mention some great places to ‘play’ and lots of pretty funky biker bars.
Hang in there,
Hugs,
Stacy
Stacy,
It might be fun to keep it up for a while, but it’s nearly impossible to get to the coffeepot, which is essential to our survival. Also it’s slippery.
Dana,
Yes. As usual, you speak the truth; coffee IS essential!! :) Hope the cats are staying out of the walls, and from underneath dishwashers, etc.
Every day I wrestle with the desire to get a cat. I love most breeds but favor tabbies. In particular like the bigger cat in the video with the FAT dark stripes! :) WHITE paws are added bonuses for mega cuteness. :)
Your family reunion sounds like a great time. The remodeling project does NOT. But I’m sure you’ll be thrilled when it’s completed.
Mosquitoes suck but NOTHING is more horrific than roaches. One year on a family vacation in Hilton Head I saw 2 of them outside the complex thank God. But one was on a tree and each was at least 2 inches long. UGLY EFFERS!
When fall comes here, I will SORELY miss seeing big FAT bumble bees. They’re cute.
Kelly,
They have cockroaches downthere, too…the big flying ones that sound like outboard motors. I will always, always run screaming from the room when I see one. It’s an every man for himself situation.
Well while your enjoying the Remodel,Car repairs and VVB splattering all over your New Plastic Curtain
We are watching Hurricane Ignacio move up to a category 4 followed by another thats getting just as big!
But It appears as of now to be moving north at 10 miles an hour!
Where I would rather be coming to Shadowlane Week end and seeing you with one of your HorridCanes! “Little Play on words there LOL”
And remember a Pampered Puss is a Happy Puss feed them well and they will always be happy”
Tanned,
I see that storm headed your way, and it looks like you’ll get the first ‘wave’, so to speak, on your stretch of sand. Batten down the hatches, and make sure all the paddles are in a safe place. (Seriously, I hope you all get through the storm(s) there safely. Keep us posted.)
Dana — I completely sympathize (empathize?) with the havoc created in your house by the leak. Just this week, we had to have the center island in our kitchen torn up because we had a leak from somewhere (not definitively known where it came from). We had to have the floor replaced, a new cabinet base built, new appliances purchased, etc., etc. On one day we had 5 different trucks in front of our house. The neighborhood was buzzing! At this point, we have to wait until the countertop is cut, so that we can get a sink. No sink, no dishwasher, no countertop for over a week. I can tell you that trying to wash dishes in the bathroom sink is problematic.
We have 1 dog and 2 big cats. It certainly doesn’t take much to spook the cats. I had to move a water bowl to the mat where I feed the cats. One of the cats (Notcho) was freaked and wouldn’t come near the food. Once I took the water bowl away and just held onto it, Notcho was fine. Twix was not happy, but she didn’t let it interfere with her appetite. Both cats are bigger than the dog (Brie). Brie will just go wherever you put the food down. She’s pretty flexible that way.
Hopefully the end is in sight!
CJ,
Well, since we managed to coax Tahoe out from under the dishwasher, things have calmed down a bit. That is, until the sweaty guys come back..