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A year ago....

we were on the BEST vacation. We did a "Farewell Tour of the West", because we knew we would likely be moving far far away. We met my sister and her family, and our friend Kathy and her family in Yellowstone and had a kickass vacation with them. The husband, the dogs and i then continued on to Glacier Nat'l Park for more fun times. This is the first time in three years that the husband and i have not done a big summer vacation that centered around visiting awesome Nat'l Parks of the west, and family.

He's all yours, babe

The best thing about having a pool...now i can jusst toss him in after he rolls in stuff.

oh yeah...flowers

I forgot to put up a pic of the flowers on the other post.

One of these days i will go out and take a pic in the morning when the sun is shining on the flowers there, so you can actually see them. But, see the pretty hanging baskets? And the flag? And the dogberts? Henry looks thrilled, no?

Poolin' and veggin' and flowers!

I know...bad blogger. Here are some pics just for the husband, so he can see what on earth we have been up to lately around the farm. The above left pic is Henry, obviously, and this is how Henry would spend the bulk of his day, if i let him. His goal for summer is to keep his fur wet. It is good to have a goal.

The next pic is Henry the Farmer in his veg garden that he helped his Dad build. He was with the Husband every step of the way. Henry loves living on a farm. You cannot see it in this pic, but there is a piece of grass sticking out of Henry's mouth, and i swear i did not put it there. He is also part cow.

Fred is totally unimpressed with the veg garden. He does not realize that these green things are where the veg he is so enamored of come from. I hope he never does...because i have a hard enough time getting him to "respect" the fence.

I never talk about knitting.....

You know, it occured to me that i never really write much about my knitting...or TV, for that matter..i just kind of blather on and on about my lawn mowers, and the birds in the yard. Does that mean i am losing my mind a little bit? Probably...but seriously, if you had my BFF lawnmower/tractor, and then also that total bitch of a lawnmower that belongs SOLELY to the husband, you would probably only write about that, too. but, you are probably not as pathetic as me...so.....
i am going to write about some knitting for a minute, and then ALSO about Battlestar Galactica, because omigawd, i love me some Galactica.

Currently on the needles are TWO things. I am knitting the husband a kick ass sweater from Tara Jon Mannings kick ass book "Men in Knits". I am doing the Garter Stitch Aran Pullover, on by 72 in the book. Honestly, if you do not have this book, go buy it. It kicks arse. In the book, she uses a light colored yarn. Well, i am married to a man who is kind of a 12 year old boy in the body of a ridiculously cute 35 year old. That means...he is messy as heckfire. I have witnessed him wiping his hands across the front of his shirt while we were in a restaurant eating. He did not even notice he was doing it. So....charcoal colored yarn for my man. I am using Dale of Norway "Freestyle", and let me tell you, this yarn is the GIZ. I lurve it. It feels nice, and it is WASHABLE.

Also on the needles is a sweater for moi. I am knitting Oat Couture's Celtic Cardigan. My aunt was wearing this sweater, knit in a chunky-ish brownish yarn when she came to visit me two years ago and i coveted it. I wish i had just picked a brownish yarn to knit it, but instead i picked Pea Soup Mix, from Berocco's Ultra Alpaca. It is just really....um, GREEN. I know, redheads are supposed to wear green..but you know what? Most of us do not really like green that much. Ask my nephew...he will roll his eyes at you, and probably even make a gag face. yeah, and side note....9 year old boys DO NOT like having their red hear pointed out by old ladies. Take note old ladies. you are SCARRING HIM for LIFE!

Ok....now on to some Battlestar Galactica. So, spoilers ahead. If you do not want to know what happened in the season finale...quit reading.
Last night, our heroes made it to EARF....only to find out that the earflings had done blown themselfs up. Poignant.
So NOW what is going to happen. I tell you what I want to happen...i want Starbuck and Apollo to GET IT ON. Dude...are they NOT the hottest couple in the universe??? Seriously producers, do not TEASE us with little kisses here and there....it is time for some more full-on Starbuck/Apollo action. And that is all i am going to say about that. I needs to go fix myself a Dirrrrty Martini. The end.

Poolin'

The pool guys came yesterday, and changed out my liner, and refilled my pool. Henry christened the pool last night, and then Fred and I joined him this morning. The water was a little cold, so i stayed in the shallow end.

As for as the Grackels go.....well.....do you REALLY think that i would actually shoot a bird? yeah, not likely.
The other day i was up in the office, and i looked outside the window at the pine tree, and there in a nest was a mama Grackel with her heinous little babies. Geez, baby birds are just NOT cute. but, whatever...it was sort of a cute scene...so i am not mad at the Grackels anymore. No BB gun shopping for me.

Not Cool Bitches

"An official Red Ryder carbine action two-hundred shot range model air rifle with a compass in the stock and this thing that tells time"
~Flick

There is some NOT COOL shit going down in the yard right now, and i am just about DONE with it all. This morning, coming back from walking the dogs, i noticed a cute little nest (the one that WAS in the little maple tree near the barn, you know the one, J?) laying ON THE GROUND, knocked out of the tree. I thought, hmmmm, GRACKELS! I have been cool with the Grackels, they need to eat the food out of my bird feeders, they need to feed their babies, blah blah blah. But now? Now i am just about DONE with the Grackels. Today, while out mowing the lawn (on my BFF lawnmower/tractor, not that fickle bitch i wrote about a while back) i noticed a DEAD baby bird, that had been THROWN out of it's nest in the barn rafters, most likely by the FREAKING Grackel. You know? Enough already. This shit is not going to fly with me. The husband was already VERY done with the Grackels by April, but i talked him out of "taking care" of them. My Father-in-Law visited, and he had a cure, the same one he uses back home on the Front Range. I was all, "no...i LIKE the grackels...they are pretty...their feathers are iridescent". Well, no more. I am in deep research for my very own Red Ryder BB gun. I know that The Husband is reading this right now, and is postively BEAMING with unrestrained GLEE. Thats right babe, i am TAKING charge. No more carnage in my backyard. Besides that, the LAST thing i want to clean up in the middle of the night is some dead baby bird that Fred gacks up.

old pics

This pic is for the husband....remember this trip to Mount Whitney? Someone would not leave his stitches alone, and had to wear the cone. Anyways...love those mountains.