My knees

Nope, this blog isn't really about popcorn, although I do love it, and can't imagine going to the movies without a bag of lightly buttered popcorn and a nice diet soda!

Popcorn is great, and I have fond memories of going to the Drive- In as a child and "getting to go" to the concession stand alone ,or with a friend! Memories of watching shows on TV that were shown only once a year....Cinderella with Leslie Ann Warren,It's a Wonderful Life, Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer, The Wizard of Oz....all were special events and homemade popcorn was the crown jewel that always accompanied these special evenings.

Memories...good ones...

Not long ago I was having a troubled evening with my now teenage son. He had gone up to bed, but my instincs told me he was up to something. My room is on the main floor, and his upstairs. So slowly I crept up the stairs in the quiet still of the night, my detective gear in full mode. But my knees....shit, they sounded like a bag of microwave popcorn on high! Pop....crack..crack... pop, pop, pop....

When the hell did that happen to me? Hey, I can still do a stair case; several times over....no problem! But what's up with all that noise and popping sounds?

Someone who doesn't know me well, might just mistake me for a women who might be nearing the dreaded "MA" (middle age). They would be, as I said, very mistaken! Still I can pull downed trees from the creek, carry 50 lb. salt bags downstairs to the water softner (okay, sometimes I tumble them down the stairs, but still I lift them to my car from the store, and lift them out of the car at home, and lift them into the tank!).

While gardening kneeling is part of the deal (even if I do get "stiff" sometimes), but I get down and low, plant, weed, water, fertilize. I cut dead branches from my 2+ acres, so what the hell is a little bit of popping knees? Only if they weren't so dreadfully loud!

Maybe the MA is creeping upon me, but hey, I've always been young at heart, and don't plan on changing that anytime soon.

I just need new ammunition for checking out what my son's doing, 'cause the ole knees are gonna give me away!

One thing, then another.....

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在我的博客！

這是我駕駛wacko。

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Somehow tonight when I went to post a new blog, I must have hit a key by accident. and my whole "homepage" looked like what you see above.

Of course I don't read whatever language that is (although I did write that little diddo), and I couldn't get anywhere. How do you click the "help" button when the characters are not even anything recognizable?

So...I clicked everything!!! Obviously this kind of frustration is not conductive to letting

your inner creative juices flowing....basically I was getting quite pissed off.

Then the dogs needed to go out, the were yelping (sort of, or maybe I just needed a breather), so out we went. Well the the guy who cuts my front yard was here today and pulled out the stake to which I tether our new puppy. So I went to screw it back into the dirt. Cut myself... In the house I go to retrieve a band aide which I keep in my walk in closet. After grabbing one I went to turn off the light, and my belt rack / jewelry organizer fell. Little teeny weenie things (and belts) all over the place, inside purses, shoes, and the like. So I spent a few minutes cleaning that up, but not completely. That kind of chore is never really done, is it?! Somehow you keep finding little surprises for months on end!

Now I hear the dogs (Girlie really, our 6 1/2 female Maltese) barking frantically out front. Our new "puppy" Murray, is having his way with her, and she is none too happy about it. Poor girl, she was a virgin, but Murray took the V card from her, for forever!

Okay, I know I was doing something, what in the hell was it? Went and got a cold glass of ice water and a a glass of wine. When I went to crack the ice tray (ice machine is broken), the freezer door started to slowly close, and about 1/4 of the ice fell to the floor. Shut the door and now I have nice, cold water!

What's that noise? Following the sound I find my son's rat, Cliffton, digging at the new bedding in his clean cage. It's in scatters surrounding his around his "little area", which is in the great room "so he has socialization". Turn around...just turn around now and you never really saw that, tomorrow it will still be there....go on now Marty, go on.

Oh yeah, I had poured cold ice water and a glass of wine, sounds good, especially now! Grab them both to go try to remember what it was I was doing to begin with. I was doing something, right?

Water. Water all over the floor by the fridge and into the carpeting on the hallway. Ice cubes melt, you know. Crap. Rags, get the damn rags! Clean up that mess, take my two glasses into my bedroom retreat. Don't ya know it, the damn mongrels have to go again!

While outside as they are doing their business, I remember about the blog and those Chinese or Japanese characters that infiltrated my blog, and plot out my plan of attack.

So here I am, got that shit 外圍所有整理出來！(figured out and fixed). But what the hell was I going to write about in the first place? It probably doesn't really matter, because this was worth writing about anyway. Do you have days like this too?? In the end it just matters that we can laugh at ourselves, after all, like I said before, that rat bedding is still going to be there in the morning, but I might not be laughing then. : 0

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